Sunday, September 13, 2020
sebuah evaluasi
Thursday, September 10, 2020
are you home?
staring at the door that we painted red last summer and my heart misses a beat
the color started to fade, the wood began to peel
as if to say that it's been so long and i'm not supposed to be here
"would you expect me when you hear the bell's ringing?"
"if you knew i was here, would you open the door and let me in?"
Wednesday, September 09, 2020
a thought
Tuesday, September 08, 2020
dear, me
remember when things were so easy?
you were around 5 when you got the wound at your temple from slipping off the bike
funny that you swore it was the most painful thing you've ever had, though only momma's kiss as magical remedy that you need after that
at 7 you found your 'best friend forever', simply because they shared their favorite snack and lent you that one rare princess book you always wanted to have
you both were inseparable until at 12 your best friend sulked after a little fight, it lasted for days and you too refused to budge
but when you found out they were about to leave you overseas, you chose to forget every piques,
made a friendship brooch just to keep them in touch, 'bff' written, as if it will happen
time passed by, at 15 you were unrestrained, your freshman year and you had no fear,
you lived your best life and felt most alive, you got no time to worry, only days to merry
and when you were 17, somebody told you they love you, somehow you believed them
nobody prevented you from falling, and you couldn't avoid a heartbreak
but that’s okay,
that's okay if it made the word ‘love’ the least thing you believe in your 20s
because you will never know what kind of aches you’ll face at 30
maybe it’s between the 3am conversation, or anything that brings you to meditation
learn to understand that growing up is a swing of wondering, and there’s no stopping
and for whatever life may bring,
i hope you hold on, darling
Friday, May 29, 2020
#stayathome made me do it
i almost wanna do it a couple of times, i swear. but i find it sooo strange, doing blog at 22, since all i ever wrote here was about my youth days.
i mean, we-who obey the rules- are.
it's been 3 months already i've stayed inside.
kinda depressing for the first few weeks.
but now i actually started to find myself comfortable hahaha it's kinda scary.
at least, staying at home pushed me to do my blog again, right?
there are always good things in bad times, they said.
i miss eating junk foods, i miss vacation, i miss going out.
and i miss my friends!!!!
geez, i wanna hug them so bad.
i got a long list of people i wanna squeeze after corona days, but i really am waiting for the day to reunite with my little circle that we called ourselves Duta Wacana.
we meet almost every day and it's so hard not to see them in months.
we did our quarantines together earlier before these corona things getting worse at Coco-Lawa-Fakhri's kontrakan, only for days sih, but quarantines with them felt so fun even we were just doing nothing.
speaking of which, katanya mereka udah ngga akan ngelanjutin kontrakan dan aku sedih banget. mungkin aku doang sih because that means no more nonton film malem-malem, no more "it's ceret time", tidak lagi punya basecamp. sad.
besides coming back to the blog, staying at home for months made me learn some things.
1. i learned that spending too much time on the phone is actually soooo boring??
my phone's screen average time decreased from week to week, it's quite impressive.
i barely check my phone, not replying to any texts quickly, but still wonder why i haven't found my lover yet hahahaha. silly me turn from "i don't need a boyfriend" to "where can i find my soulmate??". this situation kinda change people, isn't it?
maybe because having a lot of free times got me easily overthink, it strikes again and again hahahahaha i know i cringe at myself too!!!
2. i overcame one of my biggest fears from this work-from-home situation: i had my virtual proposal test done.
even tho i failed, and i need to do a re-test. and it scares me even more.
ummm, what else?
oh, 4. i cooked a lot!! well, i actually am not that bad. at least that’s what my mom thinks. and
5. i learned to play ukulele, but still, i suck at it.
i honestly have no idea what else to write,
so i think that's all for now?
phew, i can't believe i can finish this one. been so long and i really found this so hard hahaha.
i actually am pretty happy to do this again. hoping for more! *finger crossed*
let's pray for this pandemic to end soon. i hope everybody's safe. please just stay at home. wash your hand properly. stay clean. stay healthy. wear mask. bring and use hand sanitizer.
we can get through this!!!
my prayer goes to every medical personnel, the front guards, workers that still need to leave, small traders.
and to everybody who lost their loved ones in this pandemic.
stay safe peeps!
kecup,
Sis.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
just, if
not because i learned how Vancouver's weather was apparently too cold for me not to long for your missing embrace
nor because i got aches running out of breath, trotting around chase after your disappearing shades
but merely because it was more fun having my fingers stroking your hair whilst catching your eyes on mine solemnly admiring
merely because 3am Southampton's warmth failed to comfort and your arms wrap me around still did twice better
or partly because of your love for clementine, it's overflowing
partly it's the fact that i blossomed as beautiful as a daisy amongst the lawn because your excessive affection dew over me
or partly because i was under your spell being so vulnerable trapped like a prey, voluntarily
but i wouldn't mind sipping another more of your sweet pledges i might die sinking sugarcoated
and if there was ever an option, i wouldn't mind
Thursday, December 05, 2019
one day..
the espresso smell lingers on my bedsheet, which i still recognize as your signature perfume, one day will be just the smell i remember as another cup i spilled on.
our pictures, that each captured your smile with the whole universe held in it, they may still hanging on my bedroom wall. but i promise one day they'll be gone, the wall will be just as empty as my eyes run out of tears.
every memory i still romanticize, every thought about you and i are meant to hinge, are going to fade.
any pain and regrets are soon will be relieved,
and i will set myself free from all the words you left unsaid.
Monday, May 07, 2018
all the lies you've said, "i love you" was my favourite
in a coffee scent, i remember your body smelled, i covered myself
darling repeat it for me, those fine nights i slightly remember
that night the words slipped out of your mouth
heavy breath, i barely heard, wiped by the wind in the autumn season
"i love you," spoken inaudibly, and how i refused to believe
remind me that night ever happened
heavy rain, holding hands. tighter, tighter
under the sky that started changed color
you handed me the umbrella, walked away, drenched in the pouring rain
body was shaking, you slowly turned, and then the words, softly
and i started to believe
tell me again one of those sleepless nights
that late late one, in a long lonely road, and lazy ride
in the middle of the street that you almost ran the red
surrounded by those workers with lack of sleep
you screamed it loud and that's when i know i've fallen
now please tell me why all i can clearly remember is that one night
behind the coffee shop's crystal glass
years after those magical nights
with the same wide shiny eyes, same sweet half-smile
bit messy hair i last remember it was always neatly combed
and how easy you said those nights were just a lie
Thursday, January 18, 2018
crowds of feelings
Entah bandara dan stasiun apapun itu, bagus jelek, gede kecil, apapun.
Memang sih, i'm not that type of person who likes to be in a crowd.
Some going in groups, family, friends. And some are alone.
Yep, just like what i love to do. Pergi sendirian, meskipun di kota tujuan pasti ada yang ditemuin.
Yaaa kayak sekarang.
Sedang mengetik ini di ruang tunggu bandara, menunggu flight yang masih satu jam lagi.
Beberapa saat lalu Sisca cuma melihat, banyak yang ngga sadar, beberapa sadar dan terjadilah saling tatap layaknya di film-film, sayangnya yang sadar justru bapak-bapak dan ibu-ibu. Hehe. Gapapa.
I get to see lot of things here.
Lot of people, lot of faces, lot of feelings
Some going on vacation, some going back home, dan sadly mungkin beberapa have a flight untuk sebuah kabar duka. Mm hm, that's not the kind of flight i would love to take.
I had one before, waktu dikabarin almarhumah nenek sakit dan dirawat di jakarta. And that flight sucks. You don't get to enjoy the feeling of floating, thousand feets above the land. You don't get to feel the atmosphere. The feeling when you look out the window at sunset, or sunrise, or even when there's a rainbow.
All you could feel is like stuck in a dark dark cloud, all thunders, and pouring rain.
Dan sekarang?
Mungkin flight kali ini akan sangat menyenangkan, ke Jakarta, ketemu saudara2, tempat dimana aku bisa jadi 'aku'.
Tapi alasan aku pergi mungkin sangat tidak menyenangkan.
Itulah hebatnya bandara, atau stasiun.
Aku suka.
Monday, January 15, 2018
aye!
yaampun, i do even forget how to begin a blog post.
well, um, it's me again. yep.
all the way from 2011 and now i'm here, writing in 2018.
yaa, tau kok,
kenapa tiba-tiba?
jadi, ceritanya,
beberapa hari lalu, old friend of mine sent me a screenshot from my blog post about my 9th-graders.
ngakak? tentu, but that's when i realized that, ternyata salah satu cara mereka bernostalgia juga ga beda sama aku.
yes, some of them still do read.
seneng? ya seneng lah, ternyata masih ada yang baca juga blog alay menye nggilani ini.
i was about to delete this blog, to be honest.
so thank you, old friend. for reminding me how important this blog was, and is.
dan ternyata aku kangen jugaaaa rasanya ngeblog. like, real blogging seperti post yang dulu-dulu.
nulis hal super random, tentang kejadian-kejadian apa aja yang aku laluin.
ngga cuma dateng, mampir, copy pasting (not so) poems yang udah ditulis di notes hp, terus udah.
karena ini blog emang seharusnya menjadi tempat menulis yang lebih pure.
untuk post-post yang lebih appropriate, aku sudah punya tumblr yang meskipun private tapi yaudah lebih baik blog ini tetap menjadi yang seharusnya saja.
tapi aneh ya yang appropriate malah private, yang inappropriate malah public.
hehe namanya juga sisca.
aku tuh kangen menulis yang ngga perlu mikirin apakah the phrases and the diction good enough.
atau, duh, orang-orang bakal suka ngga ya?
atau, aku harus pakai bahasa yang keren, poetic. anjay.
i miss writing things yang ga perlu semua orang bisa relate to.
yang suka di check in Alvin setiap 6 jam sekali (and yes, katanya dia lebih suka baca blogku yang isinya random ga jelas, daily things, stupid things, yg bahasanya ancyur).
lagipula, setelah scrolled down my post drafts, i realize how important it is to write things yang, again, bener-bener pure how i feel.
karena beberapa tahun ke depan, aku akan sangat senang kalau bisa mengembalikan memori dengan membaca apa aja yang udah aku laluin dan gimana perasaan aku di masa itu.
i love to collect moments, and i feel like photographs are just not enough.
but anyway, some (a lot actually) blog posts aku draft karena kelewat alay.
sumpah gaes wuelek bahasaku:)))
like, did i really write those craps? what was i thinking?
padahal topiknya sangat nostalgic tapi yasudahlahya benar-benar tidak appropriate.
setidaknya masih bisa aku nikmati sendiri dalam bentuk draft lah.
but, posts that related to my mutiara bunda friends, aku putuskan untuk tidak lagi aku draft.
sebelumnya aku draft, tapi rasanya post-post itu sudah jadi milik mereka juga.
meskipun dengan bahasa dan inggrisan yang super seadanya terutama grammar yang sangat ancyur dan gatau kenapa aku pede banget nulisnya wkwk tapi gaakan aku edit deh, biarkanlah menjadi bukti progressku.
untuk kedepannya, no, i won't write stuffs like "ditinggalin sahabat demi pacar" or "galau gara-gara temen genk berantem" no more.
hahaha nope, you'll never see that kind of post again.
sebisa mungkin Sisca kembali menulis daily things yang ngga kelewat alay seperti dulu.
mungkin aku akan lebih banyak menulis tentang kehidupan perkuliahanku,
atau mungkin post-post disini masih akan tentang nostalgia, karena di blog ini terlalu banyak memori masa SMP ku.
ah, kita lihat saja nanti ke depan.
doakan saja Sisca bisa komitmen kembali ke blogspot, karena for God sake tugas kuliah semester 3 kemarin almost killed me.
udahan kali ya, Sisca menulis ini nyambi bikinin subtitle buat film sebelah.
so, later?
kecup,
siscawn.
ditulis oleh Narendrasasi (old post)
kalian tau, apa KEBIASAAN BURUKNYA di sekolaah?????
dia itu sukanya mbanyol di sekolah!! -__-"
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| po'e band \m/ |
tapi, aku lebih sering ketawa ngakak kalo liat dia ketawa ngakak duluan...
yang bikin kita semua geregetan itu LOLA alias loadingnya lama -_-"
hmm... dia itu anak yang paling rame di antara po'e band -__-
aku kadang seneng banget, bersyukur banget punya temen kayak dia
tapi kadang-kadang aku ngomong gini "ya Tuhaan, kenapa aku harus punya temen kayak diaa?" sangking geregetannya sama kelakuan-kelakuannya -__________-
Friday, January 12, 2018
pada surga berbeda, semu kita sama, bahagia.
tatap jadi usaha rangkai aksara
meski tetap sulit tuturkan bahasa
lalu bungkam kembali menjadi cara, tak tau harus apa
katanya, semua tak melulu tentang logika
atau kepercayaan yang selalu kita puja
tapi kali ini aku menyerah, tak ingin lagi memaksa
bicara perihal hati, apa pantas jadi alasan?
sama-sama pergi ingin menjaga surga
lihat, bahkan untuk mati saja berbeda
sebuah semu bernama bahagia
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
in a long lonely road
you were driving as i stared blankly ahead
we wrapped by a cold awkward silence
which nobody had a gut to break it
i could feel my heart pounding, and the warmth of blood streamed down my vein
the only sound buzzing was two people murmured on the radio
and all your thoughts that still echoed in my head
you just told me about the pain that had you suffocated
all the broken promises
efforts you've made
love you've given
you told me all you got in return was nothing but a waste of times
barely know what i felt deep down
.......disappointment
and you decided to left
in the name of my happiness
ours, you said
leaving me with the picture of your back as you were leaving
so one day, if we ever crossed path again
maybe i'll tell you that's how you gave me my blue days
when you tell me how you finally find the joy you never had in our story
Sunday, January 29, 2017
lengkara
Monday, November 10, 2014
keping terakhir
langit gelap sore ini
mendung...aku resah
masih terlihat mengintip sedikit sinar matahari di sela pepohonan
meskipun petir telah menyuruhnya lenyap
namun ia tetap tak mau lelap
kupejamkan mata
membiarkan sisa sinar matahari itu menghangatkan aku
semakin lama ia kian menghilang
mungkin ia takut
atau mungkin tak ingin ribut
kudengar rintik hujan perlahan turun
dan lagu itu tiba-tiba mengalun
lagu sendu
bawa masa lalu
sentuh kalbu
hujan jadi deras
air mata juga terkuras
habis
melankolis
aku melihatmu di sela hujan itu
aku mengingatmu di dalam alun lagu ini
aku menemukanmu dimanapun
kamu belum pergi
ah
bukan
aku belum biarkanmu pergi
maaf
pergilah jika mau
pergilah kalau ingin
aku tak lagi memaksa
tapi jangan bawa memori itu
biarkan aku megingatnya
setidaknya aku mengingat hal indah
hangat
tinggalkan untukku
tolong
karena aku suka
aku suka mengingat aku pernah bahagia
denganmu
di dalam bahagiamu
Senin, 10 November 2014, 2:57pm
bersama hujan, tetes infus, aroma rumah sakit
Sisca Nusi Wiandri
Thursday, February 13, 2014
for sisca
Sunday, January 19, 2014
2013's of mine, how's yours?
oh, and no, i'm not going to make some new year resolutions cause i know it's gonna looks quite a lot like my last year resolutions so....yeah ha-ha
and this is what happen to my 2013:
- in the beginning of 2013, i (and my 9th-graders friend all around the world) had a lot of exam trials (or just usually called 'try out') to prepared our National Exam which really drives us crazy. we also had a fully tears 'farewell and near National Exam apologizing time' day (it's a weird name, i know, i'm sorry, i made it myself few seconds ago)
- around April, we had (we've done it now) our junior high National Exam and it was good....maybe.....perhaps....i think, yeah even it was rainy in our last exam but it was literally fun
- after National Exam, we really really had a good quality time as a 9th grade student, we had our last party class with lots of pizzas (that moment was so fun) and a preparation for our graduation which is literally emotional and....i don't know, those moment just felt unreal. we really had a lot of fun with each other, our lovely teachers, our juniors, and just amazing...it was indescribable
- we were also busy to manage our senior high preparation and tests.. and. so. do. i. and. salim. and also. aji. we were actually supposed to school in Muhammadiyah Senior High School (SMAMDA) together. but caused by an accident (look at number 8), i have to moved out. but those time was so fun and memorable cause we three had a lot of new amazing experiences. it was also nerve-racking to wait for the result tests
- on May, WE WENT TO BALI FOR FAREWELL TOUR AND IT WAS SO SO GREAT and it was a good time with those bitches and bros, i was so happy even i (and salim) can't went with school (so we went there by plane and it was such a new fun experience, but i have to missed Ma'am Ifa's birthday party), that's not a big deal...the last day there, I GOT MY SMAMDA'S RESULT THAT SAID THAT I ACCEPTED ON BAHASA CLASS WITH SALIM AND AJI ON SOCIAL CLASS. we. made. it.
- June, our National Exam's result coming out. mine....wasn't good enough, and i think it was disappointing ha-ha but i won't mind it, i've done my best and mostly because i did it myself
- 14th of July......*drum noises* graduation day!! woohooooo it was exciting, emotional, lots of fun, tears of pain, tears of joy, laugh, smile on each other's faces, drama and farewell.....we find it hard to believe that we were finally there, we've through everything together in these amazing 3years and now it's time.....to end it all, to say goodbye, and to let it go..it is literally over
- there's an accident with my grandparents that made me have to move from SMAMDA and find another school......to summary, i finally here, in one of Vocational High School in town where i know no one and..............lots of differences from my middle school and elementary school. it was the hardest time in 2013 or even in my whole life.. so i won't talk about it anymore
- *lot of things changed here* *yes i'm talking bout love* *i'm starting find it cheesy* *cut myself off* *lol* *no* *skip*
- augustus 27, this is also the hardest time in 2013...i, we, lost our strong, inspirational, great, amazing, beautiful Grandma in the world. it's so hard to write about it. i miss her much.
- i had to say goodbye to my old memorable phone
- i took a car driving course
- i finally can drive a car
- i went to Jogja and met my childhood talented friend, Adel, since it has been a long long time..
- i started loving Zoella, Joe Sugg, Alfie Deyes, Marcus Butler, Caspar Lee and friends, and i started watching them almost everyday like i can't stop they're amazing
- Tiffany Alvord followed me on twitter, Fabian Manzano from Boyce Avenue replied my tweet, and Matthew Grieh from Antics Dance Crew (semi finalist of Got to Dance) favorited my tweet
- *struggling with school stuffs and friends and life that's getting rough*
- i learn about something new, new life and new things with my senior high friends which is really open my eyes, i'm so lucky
- 4th of december...........drum please.......*dumdumdum*.........I WENT TO BOYCE AVENUE'S CONCERT IN BALI WHICH IS MASSIVE like it was a dream and oh my God i just can't believe it.. i went there with my own money, met some new friends, got to meet them in person and it felt so amazing and oh geez, i'm a happy girl
| can you imagine that love? |
| we miss you a lot, granny |
| teman sejak bayi. what a talented boy. |
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| geez |
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| happy day! |
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| she followed me xx |
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| what a massively massive! |
Saturday, December 07, 2013
journey towards dream
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| the m&g e-ticket! |
| their autograph on my t-shirt. |
| Daniel Manzano. such a super duper mega kind guy. |
| Fabian Manzano. i can't stop starring at him during the concert. |
| Alejandro Manzano. so so nice and friendly. |
Saturday, November 23, 2013
one more angel went home
i just lose my word
we do love you a lot
it is huge
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Selamat Jalan, Mbah Putri
"8/8/'13
happy ied al-fitri
hari ini mbah uti tiba-tiba minta foto habis kita semua shalat ied
well, lil bit shocking ke-inget jaman mbah kakung dulu...
but ya kita ngga mikir macem-macem, just really happy she ask(:
26/8/'13
hari ini mama mau ke jakarta nengokin mbah, but idk why rasanya pengen banget ikut, tp as always ngga boleh
malemnya pas udh otw stasiun, mama lupa bawa ktp padahal udh 1jam sebelum keretanya berangkat, akhirnya balik lagi ke rumah
alhamdulillah masih sempet mama sampe di stasiun tepat pas penumpang di suruh segera naik ke kereta
pulangnya dari anter mama, aku ada pr matematika tp berasa that was really doesn't matter padahal pr nya banyak banget *skip
27/8/'13
pagi ini..... rasanya males banget sekolah, kepikiran mama di jkt mulu, pr matematika jg belum di kerjain
but begitu di sekolah, rasanya tenang banget duduk di bangku, buku matematika masih rapi di dalem tas padahal temen2 yg lain udh pada sibuk ngerjain, entahlah
jam 9.30, pelajaran pkn (pelajaran sebelum matematika) presentasi
sambil nunggu presentasi, aku duduk di bangku paling belakang, ngebuka laptop sok ngerjain padahal buka hp
iseng liat recent updates bbm, budhe pipin nulis "innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rooji'uun" dan lgsg 'deg' lalu aku bbm budhe "siapa meninggal budhe?"
jawaban budhe.... "mbah uthi, chika".....astaghfirullah, istighfar-istighfar but still aku ngga percaya, then aku mastiin bbm mama nanyain mbah, aku nunggu balesan mama sampe mama jawab..... "mbah udh ngga ada, kak.. tadi jam 8:35.. maafin salah mbah ya, doain terus" and then 'tes', yallah innalillahi....
saat itu juga aku di jemput bapak pulang (tepat sebelum pel. matematika), nangis deres di mobil dan langsung otw purbalingga
bener2 yallah sepanjang perjalanan aku masih juga ngga percaya sampe akhirnya waktu udh di pbg i finally realised........ mbah memang sudah ngga ada"
astaghfirullah, cepat sekali mbah pulang
cepat sekali mbah kembali
mbah, aku belum sempet rawat mbah yg bener, belum sempet jagain mbah lebih lama, belum sempet lihat mbah buat terakhir kalinya, belum bisa hijab sebelum mbah meninggal..
mbah maafin chika ya mbah, chika banyak banget salah sama mbah
aku suka nakal, suka shalat nunda-nunda, suka lelet kalo di suruh mbah
tapi aku sayang sama mbah, kita semua sayang sama mbah, aku masih betah di omelin mbah, masih pengen di nasihatin mbah, masih mau nyiumin mbah
maaf ya mbah, chika tau mbah ngga suka tapi chika masih suka nangis kalo inget sama mbah, inget nasihat2 nya mbah buat kita, nangis setiap habis shalat, nangis di pemakaman, nangis waktu nulis post ini
tapi mbah tenang aja ya mbah, kita sudah ikhlas kok mbah
mbah sudah tenang di sana kan? sudah nemenin mbah kakung di sana, kita semua lega
kita bakal doa dan selalu doa, nuntun mbah sampai di pangkuan-Nya
kami semua mencintaimu, mbah putri
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