Why?

...Why do we write fiction?
"To express ourselves,"
"Because we like the sound of our own voices,"
Why do I write?
"To explore new worlds,"
"To explore old ones,"
To be somewhere else,
"Maybe to make sense of ourselves?"
"To set ourselves free,"
To get free of ourselves.
"To show people what it's like inside our heads,"
"To make people laugh,"
"To get attention."
"To stop hearing the voices in our heads,"
To stop, to stop being anything or anywhere at all.
"To leave our mark,"
"To create something that will outlive us."
"Asexual reproduction."
"To share something true,"

Cath shook her head.
"Why do we write fiction?" Professor Piper asked.
Cath looked down at her notebook.
To disappear.

Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl, ch. 2, pg 23.

My personal muse.

Fangirl

Love, love, love, the cover design

Just bought myself another Rainbow Rowell's masterpiece last night! The book title says it all of what the book's about. I'm going to start reading it tomorrow, and maybe, just maybe when I'm not lazy, I'll put up a review for it here in my blog. Read you later, Cath!

Belated Birthday, Ki!

2014 is a special year, indeed. I had never, in my entire life, celebrate my own birthday outside the island I live in. God just gave me the chance, so I took it. Spent the first whole week of 2014 in Bali with my beloved quirksome family. It was splendid. Alhamdulillah, Ya Allah, for your gift.

My birthday cake! Hm, vintage much? Typo though. It should be "bunda", not "buda" -_-

Forget to Remember, Remember to Forget

At times we forget to remember,
that where we've been is who we are,
and rarely remember to forget,
about the past that caused the scars.

Stay the Night

They don't even remember why they fight,

or how it all started,

both sat down on a corner, cried,

she got her things, all packed up,

then he pleaded, "stay the night."

his arms around her waist, holding her tight,

"I'm sorry." he said,

and again, after times,

he made her feels like everything's alright.

November Rain

It's pouring,
as if the clouds have been holding their tears for way too long,
one streak of a thunder is what they need to explode.

This should be nothing,
though I keep pushing myself for an endeavor to move on,
I can't help but to question, "when will the raindrops stop?"

Raise Your Glass

To the song that sings our youth,
to the word that speaks the truth,
to whom this feeling is forever true,
to you.

Golden Rule of Life

It's easy to lose something in a world so vast,
so I seize them close, not letting them to fall apart.
Because while good things never last,
some just don't even start.

Eleanor & Park

That night when she asked him about his former,
"Is she prettier? Did she treat you better?"
Her lips curved into a pout, and it burst out his laughter,
"Nothing before you counts, and I can't imagine an after."

Best Friends

No blood needs to be shared,
in between those in their veins.

Or the same ideas and dreams,
in those minds that they share.

Though now they're here and there,
The title stays where they were.