Sunday, 23 April 2017

Nah Or Yeah

Nah or Yeah?

Maybe this whole circus moved too damn fast—
like a trainwreck in slow motion, but I was front row, popcorn in hand.


Maybe I was just way too eager to believe in fairy tales when all I got was a cracked mirror reflecting my own fantasies.

The idea of a fresh start, a new chapter with Mr. Perfect-on-paper—
someone who ticks all the boxes in that dream checklist but forgets to show up in reality.

Maybe I’m not falling for the man— I’m just drunk on the idea of not being alone.


Falling in love with the concept, the shiny marketing campaign, not the messy, complicated human underneath.

And here I am, stuck in my own brain’s darkest corner— overthinking like it’s an Olympic sport.


Every thought a nail, hammering down my sanity, until hope is just a faded ghost I can’t even chase.

I try to run, but the thoughts follow— like that annoying shadow that won’t quit.

Maybe it’s time to stop caring so damn much.


To stop taking it all so seriously, like life’s some tragic drama that needs a damn script rewrite.

Maybe when I finally untangle the mess, when I see through the smoke and mirrors, the answer will flip like a coin— or maybe just land on its edge, forever undecided.

But for now?


The question echoes like a bad punchline: Nah or Yeah?

And here’s the twist— maybe the question doesn’t even matter.


Maybe I’m already halfway out the door, waiting for the right moment to say:

“Guess I was never really here.”

Saturday, 15 April 2017

I Have a Crush on You

Yes, you read that right.

I have a crush on him— a quiet flame burning brighter than I expected,
perhaps louder than my own heart dared to whisper.

As days unfold and I learn more about him, he feels like a dream stitched from the fabric of the impossible— too perfect, too kind, almost like a story someone else wrote.

Still, I wonder what will happen when our eyes finally meet, when the space between us shrinks to a breath in Jakarta’s warm air.

He’s a gentle mystery— a man who could be the calm in a chaotic world,
or just another beautiful mirage fading with the dawn.

Every day I find a new reason to believe, a new kindness that paints him brighter in my mind— a list that could fill pages, if only time would slow.

I wait for that moment, that fragile meeting of reality and hope, longing for the warmth of his smile, the truth in his gaze.

But here’s the twist— maybe this crush is less about him, and more about the hope he awakens inside me.

A hope that love, in any shape or form, can still surprise us when we think we’ve seen it all.

So, I hold on to the dream, knowing that sometimes, the sweetest love stories begin not with certainty, but with the courage to believe.