Starting a New Life Abroad

June 30, 2006

Honestly it’s a good laugh.

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 9:42 pm

Don’t Call Me Bule!
(and while you’re at it…Don’t Call Me Asian! Or Taiwanese! Or Coloured!)

I came across an interesting piece of writing upon browsing one of Indonesian student society mailing lists that I’m subscribed to. I looked the article up on Google and found out that it was written in 2003, thus it’s not that recent but not that archaic either.

Will it serve perfectly as a light topic to think about over the weekend? Or will it be the opposite?

I’m copy-pasting the piece from

http://www.expat.or.id/info/dontcallmebule.html

I wonder what this article would mean to any of you who are bothered to read.
For me personally, it’s kinda amusing.
Yes, with all due respect, I’m having a laugh.

………

DON’T CALL ME BULE!
How Expatriates Experience A Word

Most foreigners living in Indonesia have experienced it at some point: being called bule. The term is an Indonesian language word commonly used to describe white persons. Its literal meaning, according to most dictionaries, is ‘albino’. Calling white foreigners bule, however, can cause offence, and lead to heated debates about the meaning of the word, as in the ‘Living in Indonesia’ forum on this website. It is therefore worth taking a closer look at the term that can upset expatriates, while some Indonesians regard it as an innocent habit with no ill intent.

The phenomenon
White foreigners are being called bule in different situations - in remarks on the street, or in conversations among Indonesians. A typical scenario is a Westerner passing a group of schoolchildren, and one child pointing to the person, shouting: ‘look, there is a bule’. It would also be common to say ‘My neighbour works for a bule’ or ‘There are many bules living around Kemang’. Indonesians might use the word bule when directly addressing foreigners, for example when a vendor in a market calls, ‘eh bule, beli ini dong!’ ['hey bule, come and buy this!']. Sometimes, exclaiming ‘hello bule’, or ‘hello mister’ can simply be an attempt to attract attention from, or to start a chat with, passing foreigners.

Many expatriates, however, are annoyed by this habit. For example, Eva, a German woman, talks about how she was shopping in a supermarket, when she realised two young women were looking at her, and one whispered to the other, ’see the bule over there?’ Eva found this offensive; she thought the women behaved as if Eva was not able to understand their conversation, and felt being treated like a non-person. Sometimes, the term ‘bule’ is used in the presence of foreigners, for example as shop assistants talk about a customer, such as ‘the bule wants the black frame for this picture’- which foreigners find degrading or hurtful.

What does bule mean?
While many expatriates consider bule offensive, the term can have different meanings, depending on the context. Some Indonesians argue that bule is a neutral word, which can have positive meanings attached to it, as well as negative ones. Others maintain that bule is a functional word - a kind of shorthand to describe a white foreigner. A writer on the ‘Living in Indonesia’ forum affirms that, ‘bule is purpose for a white or Caucasian foreigner, cos the skin looks more brighter than Indonesian skin. Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean any offence. Or it doesn’t mean Indonesian peoples [are] racist to white peoples or black peoples’ (idafix@cbn.net, 10/07/00). An American contributor to the Forum presents it as follows: ‘There is nothing impolite inferred when an Indonesian refers to you as Bule. At home we have to tread on eggshells and pretend all races (and sexes) are the same for political correctness, but Indonesians just call a spade a spade (no pun intended) and say it like it is. You are white; they call you bule’ (dcook@id.kufpec.com, 6/04/02). Some Indonesians, however, point out that while bule might not be derogatory, as an informal term it is impolite. David, a Canadian working at a Indonesian university, made clear: ‘My university colleagues would never refer to me as bule in an official context, for example in a meeting. It’s seen as inappropriate because it’s too colloquial’. Similarly, another expatriate reckons that ‘any decent educated Indonesian will not address you as bule unless the person intended to flaunt disrespect’ (da@lycos.com, 20/04/01).

Both Indonesians and foreigners who regard the term bule as neutral, however, acknowledge that it can be used as an insult. As one expatriate points out, ‘I have never considered it [bule] racist, but I can see why some people might use it in an offensive manner towards you’ (paulcokerly@hotmail.com, 28/12/00). An American, long-term resident in Indonesia, points out that ‘if you get called "bule kampung", that’s another thing. And if you get called "bule kepet", then you really should be offended’ (dcook@id.kufpec.com, 6/04/02). Another expatriate reckons that ‘when people are trying to be offensive by the use of "bule", it’s usually pretty obvious. Example 1, walking down the street, a bus zooms by and dozens of school kids yell out the windows, "BLAY". Example 2, walking through Blok M late at night and a gang of young males standing in a dark corner shout out "BLAY"’ (shekelle@biology.wustl.edu, 20/04/01). However, both Indonesians and expatriates point out that bule sometimes also suggests appreciation. As David has observed, ’some of my Indonesian friends just love bules, they admire bules and everything that bules do - and they still call them bule.’.

I’m not a stereotype!
If the meaning of the word bule is variable, and not necessarily an insult, why do many foreigners find it offensive? One reason could be that the term contains stereotypical ideas about foreigners, which many regard as unjustified. Tom, a young Canadian, summed them up: ‘if they call me bule, that means I’m somebody who is rich, rude, and ignorant, who smells of cheese and has no morals - and I don’t like to be stereotyped like this’. Being called bule therefore seems to reduce foreigners to a racial stereotype that they feel they do not deserve.

Being stereotyped like this is particularly upsetting for expatriates who feel that they have adapted to Indonesia far more than the term bule suggests. For example, Linda, a Canadian, has been living in Jakarta for more than a year. She speaks the language well, her colleagues are Indonesians, and she has quite a few Indonesian friends. But as she explains, ‘all this does not help. When I pass by the becak drivers at my street corner, they still shout at me, hey, bule! As if I was some stupid tourist’. Linda is exasperated or depressed, because she feels the drivers do not recognise how much she belongs here, and that she has made Indonesia her home. At the basis of this lies a struggle about belonging: when a person considers herself as part of a community, not everybody else might be aware of it, or acknowledge it. Calling all foreigners bule, irrespective of their individual integration, is therefore especially hurtful for those foreigners who have made an effort.

‘Whiteness is not a race’
Many expatriates, though, who do regard themselves as particularly integrated, are also annoyed by the term bule. Rosie, a German expatriate, complained that, ‘the word bule sounds really ugly … like something you are spitting out’. Another German woman, Gerda, felt that the original meaning of the term - albino - was insulting, because: ‘Albino means that you are lacking something, that your skin colour is not normal. But where I come from, millions of people look like this’. One reason for Gerda’s, and other expatriates’ irritation might be that they are not used to being categorised as a ‘race’ at all. The term ‘race’ was mostly related to being black or coloured; white people, it seemed, had no colour, and therefore did not count as a ‘race’. For many expatriates, it is therefore a new experience not to be invisible, but being a ‘racial Other’. For the first time, they are different with respect to an ‘Asian racial norm’. Expatriates’ anger about the term bule might therefore a sign of their discomfort with being ‘racially deviant’, a label which they are not used to, and feel they don’t deserve.

How controversial this issue can be, becomes apparent in the debates on the Living in Indonesia forum. One contributor finds that: ‘the word’s (bule) origins are … and remain derogatory. Allowing people to use the word - or worse, using it yourself - supports the ignorance that surrounds us here as it does in every culture’ (nobody@indo.net.id, 16/07/02). Another writer puts the blame on the character of Indonesians: ‘they use the term (bule) to boost their own lack of self-esteem. As we know, belittling someone else to give yourself an ego boost won’t work for long. If short sightedness is a stumbling block to nation building, Indonesians are only delaying the day when they can truly claim to be citizens of a nation they made instead of one they inherited from the UN after WW2′ (subaru@cbn.net.id, 5/04/02).

An additional sting for expatriates, however, might be that they feel insulted by Indonesians - people whom some consider to be politically backward, and intellectually less capable. In their responses, some expatriates therefore suggest that Indonesians need more education. As one contributor claims, ‘teaching people their own language and setting limits for correct social behavior is a right we all possess as humans. .. I will not allow someone talking to me to use derogatory English terms for ethnic Western groups, so why should I allow an Indonesian to use a slur when referring to me? If anything, not correcting them is even more arrogant - it shows you don’t think Indonesians are worth teaching … because ignorance and laziness are at the root of this country’s centuries-old troubles.’ (posted by SEF,1/02/02).

Expatriates’ reactions
Being the object of racial stereotyping - or even abuse - is thus a new experience for many expatriates, which they have not encountered before in their home countries. How do they react to this? While responses on the discussion forum vary, some expatriates conclude that Indonesia is a racist society. As one contributor declares, ‘bule is offensive and this is one of the most racist - or race conscious - societies I’ve ever lived in. It’s probably worse than the Southern United States, where I was born. It’s worse because on top of low general educational levels, most Indonesian have few real social graces’ (star@cbn.net.id, 21/04/01).

A second writer agrees: ‘Indonesia is one of the most racist societies in which I’ve ever had the pleasure of living. Indonesians are constantly denigrating others (including one another) by tribe, birthplace, and religion. While, admittedly, this is human nature at its worst and done everywhere, it still has no place in a pluralistic, democratic society. Because developing that kind of society is Indonesia’s main problem now, use of any derogatory remarks to describe other humans must be stopped now’ (start@idola.net.id, 23/04/01).

It does not seem to occur to these two writers, however, that Indonesia seems racist to them because they have, for the first time, received racial insults themselves. This is pointed out to them, however, by other participants: ‘I’ve heard many people describe Indonesia as the most racist place they’ve ever been and although I would never argue that it isn’t racist, I don’t think its more racist than other places, but that it is probably the only place where expats (who are mostly white) have experienced racism personally directed at them. You have probably lived with racism all around you but until you moved to Indonesia and became a victim of it you just didn’t notice it’ (rossnb@hotmail.com, 23/04/01).

If this observation is correct, one could take one step further and regard this situation as a possibility for Euro-Americans to experience how many non-white people in expatriates’ home countries feel. Their lives in Jakarta could be a chance to gain a different perspective on themselves - that ‘whiteness’ is not the norm, but only one among many ‘racial categories’. However, it seems that many expatriates do not regard this as an opportunity, but rather see themselves as victims of ‘racist’ Indonesians.

If there is anything to take away from these discussions, it is a reminder that the word bule is not always meant as an offence. Also, if foreigners sometimes saw themselves as others see them, it might reduce some of their resentment. Finally, some expatriates have found another way to get rid of the word’s nasty overtones: they simply use the term bule themselves.

Our appreciation to Anne-Meike Fechter who wrote and contributed this article at the request of the organizing committee. July 2003.

………

Have a good weekend!

PS. What on earth does "Bule Kepet" mean?

It’s Wednesday Once More

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 9:24 pm

Dear My Blog,

Sorry for my late to post this note, bloody busy here.

Ok here they are……. it should released on wednesday

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Wednesday is like my personal reminder that weekend is only a stone-throw away. As if the universe agrees with me, I’ve got deadline to meet. Some time this afternoon I will reach a climax.

The weather hasn’t been that nice this week. A bit hot during day and nite and the rain stays away…
However, the weekend looks promising and a bit worrying. If the temperature is gonna be around 32C in the Jkt, how the hell am I going out? I’ll be a crisply roasted bird covered in sunblock by Sunday.

I’m supposed to finish two reports but with the blasting music coming out of the gym downstairs, my distractable mind couldn’t help but wander off. So far I’ve hummed and danced inside my head to Robbie Williams’s No Regrets, Bob Marley vs Funkstar De Luxe’s Sun is Shining.

Everyone needs a little bit of old school every now and then.

It’s only past 10am and I’ve got a revelation that I’m in need of some good clubbing scene.

My old bones want some exercise. I’ll have to make up my mind soon. The complete lineup and brief timetable are out and I’m tempted beyond imagination.

June 21, 2006

111 - 11 - 1

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 1:47 am

wow, wht a cool number Total Posts: 111  |  Total Comments: 11  |  Total Authors: 1

How’s life going on these days?

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 1:39 am

I haven’t found the time to write more about my business trip last week.

How I wish I’ve got more time.
And some extra hands.
And an additional head.
Then I’ll be a freak show who can think about more things and do more tasks.

I’ve been swamped with works as soon as I got back yesterday afternoon. I never joked when I said I should earn a magister degree by the end of this project.
Busy, busy, busy.
Yet I’ve managed to write this shit now.
How’s that possible?
Because first, I feel bad if I neglect my blog too long unless when I’m on holiday.
Second, because what I’m writing now is crap.

I’ve been reading The Minds of Billy Milligans (I should say many thx to My Boss for the book, he knw me well that I Love to read). It’s a true story of a young man who suffered from MPD and was convicted of several kidnappings and rapes. Because of his traumatic childhood, his mind was split into 24 personalities. I’m halfway through the book and it’s been really difficult to put down. It’s one of the few books that’s got my total attention. I had read Sybil more than 10 years ago and was captivated by the story but somehow I feel Billy’s story has brought out more emotions, from awe, disbelief, anger to sadness.

A thought had loomed in my head when I started reading Billy Milligan. It was a wonderment about why I have never come across a published work on an MPD case in Britain or Europe in general. To name a few, Sybil and Billy are Americans.
Are there any European cases out there that I’ve overlooked? Or are the Europeans more cynical towards the MPD controversies than the Americans?
Whatever the actual reason is, I’m genuinely curious. It’ll be brilliant if I can find the answer though. Any suggestion and/or information are welcome.

Enuf about the psych stuff and let’s move along to movies.
Good god! I’ve got tons of films to watch, either on DVDs or in my external hard disk, from Japanese drama and Hollywood movies to world cinemas and world cup *LOL* Again, time is the essence here and I seem to always run out of it. Although I do spend most of my nights during weekdays watching some of the films, I’ve still got loads to go. I used to do a movie marathon over the weekend but recently my weekends have been flying so mind-blowingly fast and I’ve always been away. Mind you, I couldn’t recall the last time I spent my weekend staying home.

So yeah…
Between Multiple Personality Disorder, too many films to watch, several reports to review, one isolated precious, picking up the right colours most of the time, the World Cup (I too, with no resistance, have caught the fever… without having to wake up at 1AM! Hahaha!), and cherishing (finally) a brand new fridge… I’m doing alright.

Life’s been great to me.
I hope it’s been treating you well too.

June 19, 2006

4 th skale

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 9:27 pm

Beginilah…

Setiap 4 tahun sekali, mendadak hampir semua orang di muka bumi ini terkena
suatu penyakit. Demam Bola.

Keranjingan Bola. Ngomongin Bola. Masalah di muka bumi jadi hilang gara²
bola.

Iya, bayangin aja… kerusuhan di bulan Mei 98 kan jadi reda gara² keburu World Cup…..(mnurut aya lo)

Jadi aja, Reformasi jadi kagak total, karena mahasiswa keburu pulang ke
rumah masing². Urusan krismon belakangan deh. Penting banget nih nonton Italia!

Saya bukan penyuka bola. Kagak demen ngikutin liga². Kagak pernah hapal sama
wajah² guanteng pemaen bola. Tp toh… setiap 4 tahun sekali itu, gue turut serta
dalam serunya Piala Dunia. Tiap 4th sekali, mendadak gue jadi tau semua hal2
mengenai bola. Tapi kalo Piala Dunia dah selesai, ya udah deh. berhenti begitu
saja. Mendadak bego kalo diajak ngobrol soal Bola hehehe.

Gue sendiri, mengikuti Piala Dunia udah lama banget. Dari tahun 1994. Waktu
masih kelas 2 SMP. Gue bersyukur gue ngikutin bola dari ‘94. Karena tahun itu
adalah tahun terakhir Maradona bermain untuk Argentina.

Setidaknya gue memang pernah menyaksikan dengan mata kepala gue sendiri, bahwa
permainan doi emang bagus banget. Dan gue pun termasuk orang yg kehilangan
semangat hidup, waktu Maradona terbukti memakai doping, dan akhirnya tidak
boleh main. Dan lalu tim

ARgentina
cuma ada 10 orang. Yah, sudah bisa di tebak, mereka kalah.

HUhuhuhu, disitu aku menangissss (sorry agak di dramatisir)
huhuhuhuhuhu…….donnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaa (*manggil2 maradonce)

Tapi sejak itu, sampe sekarang, gue selalu menjagokan ARgentina loh.

Walau gue ga pernah tau siapa yg maen di timnya. Kagak kenal siapa2.
huehuehe.
Malahan kemaren gue dengan bodohnya mengira Gabriel Batistuta masih ada.
Dan akhirnya mendapat tatapan kesal dari temen gue gara² pas mo nonton, gue
nanya dulu ama temen gue, “Batistuta maen kaaaaann?!?!”

Ketauaaaan dehhhh…… bukan penggila bola sejati hahah *siul²*

Paling kacau kalau berkumpul dengan orang yang tidak mengerti bola, tapi mau
merasakan serunya kegilaan pada bola. Masalahnya, saya juga ga paham bola. Lah
gimana mau pinter kalau ngumpulnya sama yg ga ngertri bola?

Suatu hari nongkronglah saya dengan temen² saya.
Dan dalam kumpulan ini, mungkin ada sekitr 15 orang cowok. Ceweknya? ya sekian
sekian lah.
Tidak sebanyak jumlah cowoknya tentu saja.
Di kafe tersebut, sedang diputer acara bola juga.
Atau nama kerennya… nonton bareng.
Saat itu, gue ga tau deh siapa melawan siapa. Soalnya tampak tidak terkenal
juga. DAn yah, selama bukan Argentina,
toh saya ga perduli :p

Lalu tiba² terjadilah Gol.
Lalu semua orang berteriak.
Lalu… pendukung2 Dari tim yg berhasil memasukkan Bola tersebut saling
berjingkrakkan,
dan Lalu… mengibar²kan Bendera negara idolanya.
Lalu… teman² saya yg laki laki pun ikut semangat. Padahal mereka sendiri juga
pada ga tau negara mana lawan negara mana?
Lalu… mereka pun menganalisa dari bendera tersebut…

Cowok 1 : “Horeeeeee…… Goooollllll!!!” (padahal ga keliatan juga)
Cowok 2 : “IYaaaaa…. huraaaayyy… Goolll!! Goooll !!”
Cowok 3 : “Hebaaaatttt….. Jamaika berhasil mencetak Gooooollll”
Cowok 1-15: *serempak* “hurraaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy… JAMAIKA bikin gooooolllllll”

Gue: *berfikir keras, berusaha mencerna dengan baik… sepertinya ada yg
salah”

Boooooooooooooooooookkkkkk….. !!!

JAMAIKA KAN KAGAK IKUTAN PIALA
DUNIAAAAA!!

Ngaco nih padaaaa!!
Bah!
Percuma Laki Laki ada 15 orang,
Tp ga ada satupun yang ngerti Bola!

Blah!
Jamaika….
*geleng² kepala*
Dikata Regge?
Ha?
Aduh Maan….
ga asik banget lu Maan…
Ayo Maan… Nyimeng dulu Maan… kkekekekeke

June 16, 2006

Kayaknya si cewek itu denger deh tadi kita ngomongin ibunya

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 11:56 pm

Setting: Once upon a time, at a Chinese restaurant.

Note: Although I’ve written this post in both English and Indonesian, the punchline will serve its purpose only if you understand Indonesian.

………

Me: I think the people on the next table are a family.
[ Kayaknya orang2 di meja sebelah, satu keluarga deh. ]

MyFriend: Which one?
[ Yang mana? ]

Me: The next table on my right.
[ Yang sebelah kanan gua. ]

MyFriend: Oh, them.
[ Oh, mereka. ]

Me: How nice… A family lunch on Friday.
[ Aduh senengnya. Makan siang keluarga hari Jumat. ]

MyFriend: Look at the mother. Her hair! That’s crazy. The front part is so high!
[ Liat ibunya dong. Rambutnya, mak! Gila amat. Tinggi bener rambut depannya disasak gitu! ]

Me: HAHAHAHA… Reminds me of my mom’s friends.
[ HAHAHAHA... Jadi inget temen2 arisan nyokap gua. ]

MyFriend: Yeah. Hihihi…
[ Yoi. Hihihi... ]

A few minutes afterwards, I overheard one of the teenagers in that family who was talking on her mobile said,

"Eh, ntar malem jadinya gimana? Jadi ketemuan kita?"
[ Hey, so how's it gonna be tonight? Are we meeting up? ]

I froze up and whispered to my partner in crime.

Me: Shit! They’re Indonesian!
[ Shit! Mereka orang Indo, bo! ]

MyFriend: What?
[ Hah? ]

Me: They really are! Listen to the girl who’s talking on her mobile.
[ Beneran! Dengerin aja itu anak ceweknya yang lagi ngomong di telpon. ]

MyFriend: *listens to the girl talking on the phone*
[ *ngupingin si cewe yang lagi ngobrol di telpon* ]

Me: Hihihi… Oh god! What should we do? We were speaking quite loud when we gossiped about the mother!
[ Hihihi... Ya oloh! Gimana dong? Mana tadi kita ngomongin emaknya kenceng bener pula! ]

MyFriend: *LOL* I don’t know. I think the girl heard us. She’s kinda looking at us.
[ Huehehehe... Ya gimana dong. Kayaknya si cewek itu denger deh tadi kita ngomongin ibunya. Tadi sempet gue liat dia lagi ngeliatin kita gitu. ]

Me: Hey hey, they’re leaving! Phew! That was a close dodge from unnecessary public disruption.
[ Eh eh, mereka cabut tuh. Haduh. Nyaris huru-hara. ]

MyFriend: *LOLOL* That’s so stupid!
[ Hihihi... Bego amat ya! ]

Me: *LOL* Yeah. It’s so stupid, isn’t it?
[ Hihihi... Iya ya! Bego banget. ]

………

I’ve missed you already, darling.
You take care now.
*big hugs*

PS. The big boss was around when you mc me. Sorry. Hehehe…

June 15, 2006

How freaky is that??? Arya Pengen Balik ke Jkt aja.

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 12:50 am

its really pissing me off having no internet access at my room while others can make it.
I like to share little pieces of myself on here and I can’t!

I have been so busy the last few days and it seems irrelevent to share it all now.
But I’ll try anyway,. 

On the job training here was the biggest ‘mare ever and i bloody bored
It surpassed busy, there wasn’t even time to have a piss, it was that bad.

It was thundering and lightening earlier and now its sunny! How freaky is that???

blaaaaaaaahhhhhh tugas keluar kok malah nonton

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 12:38 am

blaaaaahhhh…… I fell asleep somewheres around 3am and ruined my no sleep day…. damn damn damn….. bbbblllahhhh…. Watched more movies…….

all of them were pretty good…. and…. chinese/korean not Japanese….

The 1st one was fucking freaky as hell…. sssccccaaarrryyy… *shivers* ny whole body got goosebumps from watching it…. I normally don’t watch scary movies alone so it made it extra scary…..

The 2nd was a life story kinda like Forest Gump but instead of a retarded guy on a bench it was a hooker stuck in an ATM room with a guy who tried to mug her…. very good movie…..

Last…. I love how the Asian countries don’t own guns… So when people get in fights, they fight fist and feet and melee weapon…. was a good view on a different society structure. Was about two guys that grew up. One who used to be the most popular fighter in his school and the other one the smartest kid who didn’t fight… but when they grew up the fighter wanted to get away from the punishment and fighting so he studied and became a teacher and the smart kid didn’t want to be picked on anymore so he became tough and became a "big wig" fighter in a gang… good movie….

so yeah three movies gone from my list but… I now I’m d/ling 5 more movies… all asian….

I have about 15 gigs of anime on my gadget….. that I wish for someone to come and collect so that I can download more anime and more movies… so if someone still wants it please speak up.. I also wouldn’t mind talking to you again…

June 14, 2006

Ya ini buat kamu

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 4:05 am

Mataku hanya ingin melihat dirimu
Telingaku hanya ingin mendengar suara indahmu
Indra Penciumanku hanya ingin mencium wangi tubuhmu
Kulitku hanya ingin menyentuh halus kulitmu
Hatiku hanya ingin hatimu
dan Diriku hanya ingin Dirimu

:: susah dech kalo lagi kangen berat gini ::
:: kerja ga konsen ::
:: makan tak nyenyak ::
:: tidur tak kenyang ::

cinta cinta hmm

Tuhan, terima kasih atas keajaibanMu

akankah aku segila ini padamu

Filed under: Uncategorized — arya78jkt @ 4:00 am

kalau mata indah yang besar itu diambil darimu..
masihkah aku suka padamu?
kalau rambut lempar kanan yang lucu itu diambil darimu..
masihkah aku suka padamu?

kalau suatu saat, suara merdumu hilang..
akankah aku rindu padamu?

kalau senyum lucumu suatu saat tidak kembali lagi..
masihkah aku memandangmu?

Bagaimana kalau kamu tambah gemuk?
atau ..
atau ..
tiba-tiba wajah imutmu berganti rupa?
atau..
baju biru muda  yang kau pakai itu ternyata curian..
atau…
bagaimana kalau kau ternyata adalah seorang nenek sihir?
akankah aku se gila ini?

ku tak tau mengapa aku begitu menyayangimu

ku tak tau mengapa selalu saja aku dijauhkan darimu

ku tak tau mengapa begitu merinding ketika kau katakan bahwa kau merindukanku

namun yang harus kau tau……aku sangat mencintaimu.lupyu

hanya untukmu. (kok mata gw merah ya……..)

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