Nama:Ask me! a0z0ra[at]gmail.com
Suku: Tiong Hoa
Agama: Kristen Katolik
Adat-Istiadat: ikut orang tua
Hobi: denger musik, baca macem2, nulis macem2, nongkrong
bareng temen, mendalami iman Kristiani.
Harusnya: pulang Indo, nulis macem2, kerja wartawan budaya,
bina keluarga sejahtera, ikutan nongkrong bareng Romo Sandyawan
dkk, ikut2 politik buat angkat derajat orang Tiong Hoa dalam hukum.
Ternyata: terdampar di San Diego CA USA, hedon dan hedon dan
Jadinya: merenungi hidup segan mati tak hendak dengan nulis2
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Words are not here anymore
So you keep going on your road, shadows of people past present and future accompanying you, and still you feel alone. This, you already know, since birth is a lonely process, and you anticipate that death will be the same.
You thought Words are your soulmate, as they will never leave your side. You start feeling that this, too, is false, as Words have their own will and they tend to go to where the next most lovable lover is. That person is not you at the moment. You have been estranged by Words. Are you desperate to have them back? Do you plan to love them as much as you love them before? After all, you promise something to Words and you kinda abandoned them. 7 years itch and they are not there anymore.
So without them, will anyone still listen? Without Words, you will be skipped from anyone's mind like just another average person. But then, isn't this a better life?
Labels: ambiguity, poems, writing
a0z0ra @ 12:07 PM  |
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Maybe Tomorrow - a snippet
"Are you going somewhere?" Bumi asked. He didn't like the way the conversation going. It feels like goodbye.
"Yes," Anne replied, pointing her finger to the night sky. Her beautiful face, long flowing hair shined brightly under the moon.
Bumi wasn't sure what she meant by that. There he waited for her next explanation.
Strangely, Bumi wasn't shocked. Anne - despite looking perfectly youthful supposedly with the same appearance in her 20s - was a centennarian. She is definitely overdue for a one-way trip to Mars, where seniors "voluntarily" go to the new frontier, living precariously and governing themselves with various experimental living themes until they expired.
"Which village?" Bumi asked.
Anne shrugged. "I like the 50s village, at least in the brochure it looks very promising. And who knows..." Anne chuckled, "...I could meet a good ole husband there!"
a0z0ra @ 12:31 PM  |
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
So I guess I can start writing again. Timing is probably a bit better this time.
a0z0ra @ 1:32 AM  |
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Being a SAHM is kinda fun
I am surprised. Being a Stay At Home Mother - which I intend to do for a year - is kinda fun. Playing with a baby isn't as difficult as it seems.
Looking at his giant eyes that adore you so much is very addicting.
All this time I didn't think I fit to be a mother. But now I have changed into quite a nurturing one. I exclusively breastfeed Baby A and hopefully so for a year. So far it has been 3 successful months.
However, having a baby change your social life. Single friends would probably don't understand the challenge of having a baby and will blankly stare at you if you are telling them stories about your baby. Friends with babies would not suddenly warm up to you.
It is kinda lonely. But I'm having the best time of my life with baby A. Don't grow up so soon!
Labels: baby, social
a0z0ra @ 12:51 AM  |
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Baby is sleeping
Baby A is sleeping soundly in my bedroom. I missed writing, so here it is. This is not even a haiku, but a start nonetheless.
Labels: baby, writing
a0z0ra @ 11:37 PM  |
Monday, December 06, 2010
Baby is kicking
5 months old now
I'm enjoying my escape from all things logical & the strong urge to perform :D
a0z0ra @ 11:49 PM  |
Friday, September 17, 2010
Article: Hotels Rwanda
Excerpt: At the Roman Catholic Church in Cyangugu, 1,500 parishioners were killed. Seven thousand Seventh Day Adventists were killed at their church in Mugonero. One pastor, according to Philip Gourevitch’s book We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families, told a congregant, “You must be eliminated. God no longer wants you.” Both priests and nuns alike were found guilty not only of turning a blind eye but also of assisting in the actual killing. In Nyange, Father Athanase Seromba ﬁrst helped usher his Tutsi parishioners into the church, then worked side by side with militiamen who threw grenades through the open windows. Prior to coming, I had read that 4,000 people had been killed at the church in Kibuye alone, but when we went to see for ourselves, the plaque put the ﬁgure at 11,400.
My take: Another reminder that the Church isn't infallible. Also, could it be that living in such proximity with the wildlife can alter a nation's view on the frailty of human life - as if it holds the exact same value as other animals? Maybe they'd think killing humans are the same as killing baboons.
a0z0ra @ 12:06 PM  |
Monday, August 30, 2010
Backstabber: Thy name is evil
He has a smile on his face, a knife on his right hand, and ready to stab you anytime when you're not ready.
In some part of the world, he could be considered a smart man.
I'm longing to die before the inevitable event occur; one where such view is widely accepted.
a0z0ra @ 4:57 PM  |
Sunday, August 01, 2010
So the world won't collapse
Maintain the balance, dear me, so the world won't collapse
The limbo is suffocating and I can't wait to wake from my dream
But it's still a long time, decades to come
Am I still in my youth? Surely not. But yet this feels like forever. My right foot is out there but my left foot is reconsidering.
Labels: ambiguity, dream
a0z0ra @ 11:50 PM  |
Saturday, June 26, 2010
What I might have loved about the past may only be a frozen point in time. That day, that hour, the people at that particular time.
Now that time has passed, people have changed, an attempt to recreate the past may be futile.
The only possible action is to accept that it is the past that you can't reclaim again. Be grateful for it. Keep in touch with people of the past, talked about those days, the nostalgic moments. Then move on.
Labels: past, personal
a0z0ra @ 12:48 AM  |