Friday, December 14, 2007

I Love You Goodbye

Sanes kirang sono..
Bukannya gak kepengen.. bukannya kurang cinta..
Tapi pemilik Blog ini mulai besok prei dulu ya dari dunia per-blog-an..

Saya rencana mau ke Bandung dalam waktu dekat, lalu disambung kembali ke Singapore selama beberapa hari dan kemudian ikut lagi dengan Si Abang ke entah kemana tempat kerjanya saat ini, seharusnya mah planning terakhir sih masih di China

Blog saya di :
Just Shoot Me!!!
Till We Meet Again
dan It's Still S(t)ink or Swim For Mel
semua akan tidak bisa diakses dari China dan terpaksa on hiatus.

Untuk menghubungi saya, masih bisa nyari di Friendster
Atau email ke karmela_hidayat@yahoo.com.sg

Selamat tinggal sementara, Teman-teman
Ketemu lagi kalau waktu sudah mengijinkan
Atau kalau pemerintah China ujug2 kesambet dan mau buka filternya

See you later, Alligator!

hugs and kisses,
Mel
karmelaamanda on yahoo!messenger

Note : Photo by D.Chen


Thursday, December 13, 2007

Conscience

Pada saat kau melakukan suatu hal yang salah. Dan kau tahu persis hal itu salah. Tapi tetap kau lakukan juga karena hal itu tidak dapat dihindari.
Apakah nalurimu meronta?

Aku begitu.

Dan naluriku berteriak mengatakan bahwa tak pantas aku lakukan itu.

Tapi aku juga lelah selalu mengalah.

Ah,

Kenapa hidup selalu penuh dengan dilema?

Perfect

Perfect (Alanis Morisette)

Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face

Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder

How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet

Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud

I'll live for you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem now...... why are you crying ????????

Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are if you're perfect


Numb

Numb (Linkin Park)


I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
+Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow+

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Batam, 13 Desember 2007
Cintaku juga sepanjang masa..
Bukan hanya sepenggalah :(

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Takluk

Seharusnya mencintaimu tidak sakit begini..
Seharusnya mencintaimu tidak membuat napasku seakan terhenti..

Tapi berbelas tahun dalam rasa sakit itu membuat aku sadar..
Selama aku masih merasakan tikaman merajam di ulu hati..
Serasa selaksa tangan meremas jantung dan sanubari..
Berarti cintaku padamu masih menguasai..

Dan aku sudah terbiasa dengan rasa itu..
Aku bersahabat dan berdamai dengannya..
Rasa sakit itu ada..
Karena cintaku terlalu..terlalu..

Sekali lagi kukatakan dengan segenap jiwaku..

Cintamu sudah menjajah sukmaku..

Kau telah kalahkan aku..

Takluk..takluk..oleh rasa cintaku padamu..


Batam, 12 Desember 2007
Aku ingin kau pulang, lalu waktu berhenti selamanya.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Definitely My Daughter

Shafira (11) is the writer cum editor of The Link, her school magazine.
She really likes to write and so far I think she is much better than me when I was her age.
Sometimes she design her own 'magazine', binding colored papers, put some drawing and some cuttings from old magazines on it.

Yesterday I read one of them and couldn't stop laughing at the contents.
There was some comic strip, she draw that herself, and then some jokes she put on the Humor Forum.

Joke # 1 :

Dean (Shafira's dorky classmate) : Oh, the teacher's killing me. It's weekend, but by Monday I must submit 6 pages of essay about my brain. Any ideas what to write, Shafira?

Shafira : Why don't you just submit 6 blank pages then?

Joke # 2 :

Dean : How long actually a person could live without a brain?
Shafira : I don't know. How old are you?



:))

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Indonesian Peacekeepers

Luigi wrote:
Guys and Gals,

Grab your own copy of Cosmopolitan Men -
December 2007 edition just rolled out on newsstand today. The Indonesian peacekeepers are featured there.


Got this message from Luigi on my Friendster. Yes, I know I'm old, but gimme a break, FS is still the best way to manage friendship and keep in touch with old friends.


Anyway,
I don't know why but the first thing on my mind was : "Goodie!! Are they featured on the centerfold?? I'm totally going to buy that magazine!"


:))

I forgot it's the Cosmopolitan Men, not Playgirl.


Sorry, Luigi and gang..
My bad.

:))






Friday, December 07, 2007

Copy Paste Blogger

What's wrong with this type of blogger?

They turn their PC/Laptop/Whatever on and then hit the internet hard for article hunting, and when they found a remotely interesting one they just copy it and paste it to their blog.
The more complicated the article, the more they feel good. Like they think and write it themselves, and then people will (hopefully) automatically thinking that they are sophisticated blogger who wrote such a brilliant article.

Some even fail to put the source. Innocent mistake? I don't know.

What happened to blogging world these days?

You think you can't write, but if you don't have a blog then your friend will label you uncool.
So you create one.
You want to write, but your head seem out of ideas.
Then you decided to do that article hunting.
Copy.
Paste.

TADAAAA!!!! You're officially a blogger :)

Yeah, a soul less one :)

So maybe you think I'm annoying as well. Writing a post in English when I know exactly that my grammar's lousy.

But at least I'm not afraid to learn. I'm not afraid to make mistakes.

I'm not a fake.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

126834

Sejak 22 Oktober 2004 sampai tadi malam jam 9.31 WIB pengunjung blog ini sudah mencapai angka 126834

Terima kasih untuk membaca entry-entry saya yang sebenarnya sangat self-centered dan nyaris tidak ada gunanya.

Siapapun anda, karena saya tidak memasang alat pendatanya, dan sejak blog ini jarang diupdate menjadi miskin komentar sehingga saya tidak bisa mengetahui pembacanya, sekali lagi, Terima Kasih :)

Folders

Saya punya beberapa folder di dalam memori saya.
Kalau saya bertemu kenalan baru, biasanya perlu beberapa menit sampai beberapa minggu untuk menggolongkan dia ke dalam kategori yang sudah tersedia.

Funny, folder yang paling cepat terisi adalah folder : "JERKS AND BITCHES"

Ataukah saya mencari teman di tempat yang salah?

Tidak saya pungkiri, folder berkategori : "DECENT" dan "BARELY OKAY" juga sering terisi, tetapi folder yang cepat terisi itu yang saya khawatirkan.

Semakin sedih saya melihat folder : "TRUE FRIEND MATERIAL" kok seperti jarang terbuka.

Yah, bukan salah siapa2. Mungkin saat berkenalan dengan saya, banyak yang memasukkan saya kepada folder : "WEIRDO"

;))

Broken Inside

Nobody's Home

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.


She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She's lost inside, lost inside...
She's lost inside, lost inside..

Angkara

Dalam hari-hariku..
harus kulihat mereka dipatahkan..
dijerembabkan..
dihinakan..

Setelah dibuai..diangkat..dipuji puja..
merasa dicinta..merasa terbang di atas mega..
Diputar angin surga dan sejuta manis kata..
seakan disejukkan lagi hati terkenang lagu lama..

Lalu seketika irama terhenti..
tak ada lagi kata manis menjerat hati..

Dan wajah Sang Angkara yang sesungguhnya menjelma..
terlambat menyadarinya..

Berlari..menangis..
tapi tidak ada jalan kembali..

Wajah tertunduk penuh air mata..
dan darah yang datang dari sayatan terbuka..

Maaf tak bisa kuselamatkan kau..
Luka lamaku pun masih menganga..


Batam, 6 Desember 2007
Untuk perempuan2 yang terperangkap dalam cinta
Semu ataupun Nyata

Monday, December 03, 2007

Good Luck. Have Fun Being Married!

I said that encouraging words to my good friend here who's about to get married and leaving for Jakarta this afternoon.

I meant it.

Even when she was anxiously bombarding me with questions about married life.
Yes I gave her some doubt, but I guess she goes along with the plans. The invitation was out anyway :))

Yes, there would be (lots of) time when all you wanna do is put your hands around his neck and squeeze hard. The time like when you found out that he couldn't even put a pair of dirty sock in the right place and kicked it just 2 inch from the laundry basket instead.
You'll think that there should be a smarter trained dog out there somewhere.

But there will be time when he is so damn sweet and sweep you out of your feet.
Then you would forget all his disgusting behavior like farting (exactly) at your direction.

About the thing you said that you couldn't imagine living and sleeping with the same person for the rest of your life?
Uh..I wouldn't lie to you and said that you wouldn't be tempted ;)

But if you found yourself after several years of marriage so flushed at the sight of one fine looking man making a move at you, and then you try to imagine your husband at home wearing an old boxer short, and STILL you think you wanna run and hug him instead, then DON'T GO FURTHER !

That hot man who flirted and try to get in your panties could be the one who would ruin your life forever in a blink of an eye ;)
So when the time comes, just close your eyes, think about how cuddly your old Teddy Bear at home, all belly and fluffy, and trust me that grinning cunning face who smile at you endlessly is actually not that irresistible.

Good luck, my dear..
Have fun being married!

Batam, 3rd December 2007
Untuk : Nana Umar
for making me so speechless sometimes :)

Cross posting from It Still S(t)ink Or Swim For Mel

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Ain't Worth It

Some thing just not meant to be.

I've been writing a new post, when something happened and my PC just shut down by itself.
I think some invisible hand out there prevent me to post that entry.

Owkaaayyy...

So I just want to say that sometimes something just ain't worth it.

Like it's not worth spending another 30 minutes typing a new post about some worthless piece of shit.

PEACE OUT!

Nyeri (Poem Repost)




tidak ada sesuatu yang absolut di dunia ini kecuali kematian..

dan pada saat itu datang..
semua kata-kata kejam yang kau ucapkan akan berbalik menusukmu..

bukan dari belakang..
tapi dari depan..

kau akan lihat itu datang..
kau akan mengejang ketakutan..
tapi kau tak bisa mati dua kali..

kau akan lihat semua milikmu yang kau banggakan tidak akan lagi bisa menolongmu..

kemunafikanmu akan mengkhianatimu..

aku bukan malaikat..
tapi sebaiknya kau segera sadar..
kaupun bukan..

ketika saat itu datang,
semoga cinta yang kuberikan padamu menolongku..

dan mungkin aku akan terbang di atas kepalamu dan berkata,
'seandainya saja kau dulu adalah manusia penuh cinta..
kau takkan ada di sana..'

Dan kali ini kucoba lagi monologku dengan Tuhan..

Tuhan..
maaf di dalam hariku tak sering kusebut namaMu..

tapi cintaku padaMu absolut..
seperti kematian itu..

Singapore, 27 Oktober 2005
8.51 pm


Poem : Mel
Photographs : Mel
Location : Xinghai Park-China


Can't Justify Myself

Kalau saya membuat kesalahan fatal (ataupun kecil) cuma sekali dalam hidup saja, tentunya sangat manusiawi.
Tapi kalau saya selalu membuat keputusan2 salah dalam kehidupan saya, tentunya harus dipertanyakan apakah kemampuan analisa saya memang sedemikian buruknya?

Jadi kalau (lagi-lagi) saya dihadapkan kepada situasi di mana saya harus memutuskan sesuatu, ngenesnya saya selalu mengambil keputusan yang salah.
Kemana otak saya sewaktu saya berbaris di belakang antrian yang salah, menaiki taksi yang supirnya genit, ataupun as simple as saya memutuskan memakan sesuatu yang tadinya saya sudah yakin akan sakit perut memakannya, tapi keukeuh saya makan juga karena penampilannya yang menggairahkan. Mussel Shooter, anyone?

Bodoh?
Sepertinya bukan.
Mungkin lebih tepat dikatakan sebagai keledai yang sering jatuh kedua kalinya di tempat yang sama.

Lalu nyengir kuda (tadi keledai kok sekarang kuda?) sambil culang cileung waktu sadar lagi2 saya mengambil antrian kasir yang paling lambat.

Mel...tidak pernah belajar dari pengalaman.
Mel = keledai.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Why Women Attracted To Jerks?

So they said they want a sweet and caring person. A pure gentleman.
But many women end up with jerks who treat them like shit.
Make them up all night waiting for 'the call' (or nowadays maybe just a text message would be enough), make them walk a pace behind and not even bother to hold the door open for their women, talk loudly, yell at them, ignore her calls, and sometimes beat them.

Why?

I never have the answer.

So I just swallow hard, feeling the lump in my throat and cry for those hopeless souls.

I curse myself for being one of them. I hate myself for being a woman.






PS. No, my husband is not a jerk. At least I know he's been trying hard not to.

Menjadi Orang Baik Itu Sulit

Saya dengan subyektifnya menganggap diri saya sendiri sebagai orang baik.
Dalam arti : Tidak menipu, tidak korupsi, tidak maling, tidak pernah nyolot, sepa, atau pasang muka masam, tidak memukuli anak, tidak menggosip, tidak menusuk teman dari belakang, tidak menyontek dalam ulangan, tidak pernah ngegencet anak kelas 1 waktu di SMP dan SMA, and so on.

Saya orang baik, dan saya bangga karenanya.

Tapi belakangan saya merasa sulit jadi orang baik, apalagi orang baik yang idealis.
Saya malahan menjadi seseorang yang secara tidak sadar mempunyai sikap buruk : Menghakimi.

Saya jadi merasa orang yang tidak sejalan pikiran dengan saya sebagai "Tidak Benar"
Cara lain yang bukan seperti cara saya menjadi saya anggap "Salah."
Ini adalah godaan terburuk bagi orang yang merasa dirinya sudah menjadi orang baik. Merasa lebih dari orang lain.Angkuh.

Saya tahu, salah satu kelemahan saya (kalau mau dibilang kelemahan) adalah tidak religius.
Walaupun mengaku Muslim, saya tidak mempraktekkan ajaran Islam secara utuh. Masih saya ambil yang nyaman-nyaman saya bagi saya. Yang sulit saya tinggalkan.
Yang saya tidak sadari, ini ternyata membuat saya ada dalam posisi yang ironis. Saya tidak religius menjalankan agama saya sendiri, tapi saya menjadi seorang fanatik, ekstrim memegang nilai-nilai hidup yang saya anut sendiri.
Saya seperti menciptakan agama baru yang membuat saya jadi sibuk melakukan 'pembenaran' terhadap hal2 yang saya lakukan, dan menganggap 'agama' orang lain yang salah.

Keadaan ini sering membuat saya dalam posisi tidak enak karena kekeraskepalaan saya kadang membuat suatu percakapan dengan lawan bicara menjadi awkward.
Bagaimana bisa kita fleksibel dalam bersosialisasi kalau saya terus menerus bertahan dalam kefanatikan saya terhadap 'agama' yang saya ciptakan sendiri?

Mau bicara apa lagi kalau korupsi, contek mencontek, percaloan, ketidakjujuran dll sudah menjadi sekte dari agama2 lain yang ada di dunia ini?
Tidak peduli penganutnya mengaku menganut salah satu agama besar apa, tapi sekte-sekte yang seharusnya digolongkan sebagai 'godaan setan' tersebut tetap menjadi "the main rules" in their lives.

Itu mengapa kita sampai kapanpun masih akan menemukan manusia-manusia yang tidak pernah lepas dari ibadah agamanya, tetapi masih melakukan seluruh 'dosa-dosa kecil dan besar'
mungkin dengan harapan semua dosa2 tersebut bisa dicuci bersih pada saat mereka berlutut kepada-Nya.

Dan saya rasa, selamanya dunia masih akan selalu dipenuhi maling, koruptor, manusia sepa dan masam tapi berpenampilan alim, tukang nyontek, and so on, yang merasa semuanya tak apa dikerjakan as long as before the day is end, dia bertaubat.

Oh, saya lupa, ada istilahnya untuk diberikan kepada mereka.
Munafik?
Betul ya?

Ah, saya undur diri. Hari ini saya akan berusaha untuk berhenti menghakimi. Tidak ada manusia yang sempurna.

Elo aja dulu benerin diri dan ngaca, Mel!