Meteor Rain

Got a message in the middle of the night.
Wake up! there will be meteor rain at 2 am. It's 10 minutes left. Make your wish!
That's what i don't expect when i really feel tired after working hard. But my curiousity was actually bigger than tireness. So, i walked through the back yard, sitting down in a bench, and with my sleepy eyes, i was trying to look at the sky. As soon as the wind blows, i started to feel uneasy. I was affraid of being there. Alone in a place where there was absolutely nothing. I had never been alone in the open air at 2 am. I should have been terrified, but actually i was perfectly serene and i was even singing.
i watched the night sky for a long time, and realized that some years ago, in my life, i used to looked at the stars and felt so happy.
Someone has taught me the name of the stars. Orion, Sirius, Betelgeuse, Centaur, etc. and while i was trying to remember one by one, suddenly an old idea popped into my head.
'If you miss me, and you don't know where i'm gonna be, just look at the stars. then point out one of the brightest star, and you'll know where i am.'
some years ago, those idea sounds great. i remember, with my furious logic that children have, i'd begin to pointed out the most far away star. of course it wasn't the brightest one. then i shouted, 'where are you..where are you..'
nobody knows about the game i used to play, except him.
And now, when i'm older and have travelled the mysterious journey that lead from intransigence to compassion, and when i looked at those meteor rain, i asked to myself, "Where are you my little star? Help me find you. Please give me your bright light, and i'll be safe."

air on the g-string

it's been a hard day for me. i had to meet some strangers, peoples who came from nowhere land. i'm not trying to complain about the rhytym of their work, but sometimes it's just something i'm not used to do. looking at people, listening when they're talking, making a conclusion, absorbing new ideas, writing summary, making reports, and then the final purpose was a proposal.
i went home with my brain still thinking. then i sat down in front of my computer, trying to find your name. hope that i will find a piece of your initial in the middle of messenger world. but you weren't there. and suddenly i felt so bad.
missing you is the hardest thing i have to deal with. and i start to blame this shit situation, being apart from you.
it became more terrible when my winamp was playing one of our favourite symphony. air on the g-string.
do you remember how happy we were when we listened to that song together? in the place where i could be yours and you could be mine fully. when we didn't care about the outside world. living a life completed of jokes, stories, songs, roses, pizza, ice cream, and sometimes tears.
so now, when i'm listening to the melody, i make my brain go back to one or two months ago. when i felt safe of being in your strong arms.
or when we camped in Barrington...
do u remember how hard you tried to make a fire to keep me warm? i would never forget that night when you hold my hands, walking through the bridge of Allyn River.
i remember you.
tall and handsome, laughing, with your black sweater that really match on your eyes, hold me tight, as if you could control the world. and i could feel how safe i was there..

dunia baru

Sudah hampir satu minggu menempati ruangan kantor yang baru, dengan tanggung jawab yang baru pula. Setahap lagi menuju realisasi mimpi. Masih mencoba menelaah, mengamati dan merasakan denyut ritme kerja di tempat ini.
seseorang bertanya padaku, "Hey, how was your job?"
aku hanya tersenyum dan menjawab, "It was good. They have created the pattern, i just continue draw it."
Ya, setiap tempat memiliki irama kehidupan sendiri. Orang-orang beraneka karakter yang - mirip kepingan puzzle, masing-masing memiliki peranan tersendiri dalam membuat gambar menjadi utuh. Dan aku, kini, barangkali adalah salah satu kepingan baru yang tersusun di dalamnya.