#broken infinity

The Closer You Look, The Less You See

The key is, never search on a place that you think i’ll hide it. You need to find it on a place that is not really secret but still a perfect place to hide it. It’s common sense, right? You’ll ask me then, what exactly that i keep hidden? all this time? The answer will be : My self.

I really don’t know what to write lately. I’m having a writer’s block and i don’t know what to do. My friends asked me to watch some new movie.. but i prefer an old one.  Sunday morning and already (still) raining outside. It last from yesterday night like a shower that turned on and off. All day, all night. I hate the sound of storm. If it’s just a drizzle it’ll be okay. I don’t hate it…

Religion’s matter

I really am feel sorry about something i’ve heard today. You know there was a time when parents ask their children, “why you don’t go to the church?” or “Have you done Maghrib pray?” or else. Idk about other parents did, but i do know that my mom, and dad, as long as i can remember about them, they never ask me about why i never do such things. They never pushed me to believe what they believe.…

My Review : Before I Wake (2016)

I just watch “Before I Wake” (originally titled Somnia) and i feel terribly sad. This movie is really a family movie and less i feel this as a horror movie. Just like The Babadook (if you remember this movie :P ) and Lights Out. Mike Flanagan had repeatedly objected to the film marketed as a “horror movie” and instead referred to it…

My Problem as a Writer and a Person with Bipolar Disorder

Waiting is always hard to do. It’s sucks..! I really don’t know what to do (kalo istilah keren nya, “MATI GAYA”), so i decide to back (again) to this blog and write something. I really don’t give a fvck to people who hate me. Or anyone else who said, men shouldn’t have to write. Well.. this is a blog, you fvckin idiot. You’re wrong to judge other people as you pleased. Oh.. and i like to write as…

I’m not sick, dear.. I am fine. I just very stupid facing my life. I’m being ignorant. But, still… i’m okay. I let my anger taking over. And yes, i really am feeling stupid after. Knowing that i can’t recall those memories. On which part I was being someone else. And I lose control over myself. No. I don’t feel depressed. Feeling stupid is not depression. Or so whatever i said about it. No one…

I can’t even bother to write anymore. Because the pain i feel inside of missing you. It makes me crazy. You knew, i don’t believe anything that you said it’s eternal. If things lasted forever, then coffee wouldn’t be cool. And clock will not ticking. And feelings would stay the same. And you would still love me. But, the cold hard truth is, nothing is eternal. Nothing last forever. And the…