Le Journale

I grow up loving physical books. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been collecting comics and magazines. But when I started the first year of freshman as Middle student, I was very fond of reading novels. Indonesian mostly. I read Goosebumps and X-Files novels most of the time since my older brother has some of it. And when I went to HS, I started reading Indonesian romance novels like the ones written by Sitta Karina. She is one of favorite authors for best romance novels. Then my liking moved to Dewi Lestari. In high school too I started growing fondness towards imported books. You know, you have this kind of pride when having one or some. The very first English novel I read was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. But my lil bro ruined it like he was a shredder machine. It's gone to the trash bin.  As for now, I consider books as the best companions. I befriend them better than I do towards humans. This is why I willingly spend a lot of money for imported books....

I have written some penny of thoughts regarding to literary stuff, including this short story; Catch a Falling Star. I have planned to make it into a mini novel and publish it through Wattpad. So, wish me luck for the ease in gathering moods and creativities! *fingers crossed* The cover of my upcoming short story on Wattpad                 "Dear night, how does it feel, to be with countless stars, but crave for the sun....?" As usual, Arki muttered while she was gazing at the darkest sky ever during this January, on her roof, at this hour. She was looking for an inspiration when someone interrupted her contemplation. "So lonely." Arki tried to find the voice. When she looked back across her house's roof, there was this guy. She then remembered that a family has just moved in there. Her parents had asked her to drop by but she couldn't make it. She didn’t know that the family has a son. She thought they have 3 daughters only....

Remember listening to Aditya Sofyan's song, After The Rain, whenever it is raining here. Recalling our good times together is what I love to do recently. It is an easy job to do, though. Chloe was in the middle of her way to go back home from school when those thoughts came up through her mind. I probably should really move on and start a new life with a new guy.  she muttered when her umbrella crashed another one which passed her way. Chloe cursed the one-way street to reach her house. How the street only fit a motorcycle and one person to walk is beyond her imagination. Even she couldn't help when she passed this street, like what was on her mind actually?. That incident made her uniform wet. She then stopped her walks and looked to anyone under the umbrella. "Can you not hitting my umbrella...?" Chloe said that in silent tone but she tried to make it more mature so she slowed down the voice. She always loved the nature sounds after the rain especially when...

This is only some thoughts about life from me. Who am I actually? Nobody knows me, even my family. So instead of dwelling the true meaning of our existence, why don't we just make one meaningful moment to build ourselves within gradually until we really know who we really are? First thoughts about life is when people will do everything if it is about winning one's heart. Can you understand why people hurt themselves if it is about sacrificing for love? Is love mistaken of a couple breaking up after spending years together? I always think that it is born in ourselves right before the mother gave birth to all of us. We cried a lot, right? Is it probably a sign that life ahead would be like a black hole encapsulating mysteries which could be filled by joy, hatred, sadness and even excruciating pain? Even God has told us right before we were born to the world, the exact dates about; the death, mate, and our fortune, so what?  That is probably why we cried, because we kno...