Prose: Do I Miss You?

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Between Lights and Memories – Gouache on Canvas Paper (2016)

It has been 7 years not seeing you again, maybe you’re out there falling in love with someone else. I might spend my time mumbling about random things to you if you let me, but I don’t want to waste your time because we might not see each other again.

Do I miss you?

I remember the day I sent you a stupid piece of writing I took from “10 Things I Hate About You”. You asked me “what’s wrong with my shoes?” and I said that I just hated the way you wore your big red boots because I loved seeing you in sneakers instead.

Do you remember when we called each other every night no matter how many times we met during the day? Or when you called me while I was pissed because we were faraway from each other and you started to tell a dog’s love story to cheer me up? Do you remember the day I called you just to tell how my day was even though we had lunch together in the same day?

I remember the time when I drove at night to your flat when I suddenly missed you with no reason. Even we had to keep it silent because I might wake your roommate for being too loud and over excited while hugging you when I arrived. Later we talked about secrets and we kissed in a dark. We fell asleep in your bed with my clothes on because we felt the intimacy created from a deep talk not sexual intercourse. From the first night to many many nights after, with deeper talk and ugly tees we wore.

I also reckon the moment when you drove for three hours just to have lunch and dinner with me on Sunday. Then I suggested you a weird place to hang out because I ran off the idea. We still enjoyed that between kebab and stupid conversations.

Do you remember when we went out for some ice creams during the exam week? When you taught me one subject that I nailed it with higher score than you got? Or the day we studied together in the same ice cream shop but ended up talking about random stuffs again?

But then I walked away, I pushed you away before you left me and took me for granted. I didn’t know why I chose to believe it. I never wanted to be the last one in pain, nor the last one who waited the story crumbling by itself. I wanted to be selfish because it avoided me from losing more of your kindness and memories of us.

Do I miss you?

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

From: “An Ode Of Memories” (2014) with moderation.

Meine Zuhaus: Interpretation of Abstract


Mein Zuhaus – Gouache on Mixed Media Paper (2017)

How much do you miss your home? I’m one of those sentimental people who always missing their home and their family. Living in an urban city is not easy, as everything moves so fast, like it’s fast-forwarded at every second we try to catch a breath for a moment.

Urban city leaves less beautiful memory, it’s mere a dream that has faded away washed by reality. It’s a hallucination of being great, powerful, and lavish, but you’re poor and bored on the daily basis. You won’t have a chance just to be grateful for waking up in the morning and still alive, but you curse everything why you have to be breathing so that you have to keep working for something you don’t like.

Life is cruel in the urban city, you don’t sleep well, you don’t feel like home. You need to pay the rent, you pay for the food you hate, you pay for a sleazy and slow transportation to roam. You will always miss your home, in a small village in your hometown where everybody seems happy and afar from a frustrating life in the big city.

Do you miss your home? Because I do. Everyday.

The Wine of Loneliness



Cheers you said
I frown and feel dead

What are we celebrating?
Is it a moment where you’re leaving?

One last glass of wine to end it all
In a memory of despair we fall

Through the goods and bads we had
Just like a smile that seems like sad

I love to see your eyes and lips,
The only thing I wish to keep
Every night and day in every beat.

Our past is like a ghost
But it’s always been the only thing I love the most.

Story of The Three Women

This is the story of the three young women against the odds, they live in unconventional life. They are strangers in their own world, they are not like others, but they are one of the kind. You may love them, you may hate them, there’s no wrong to take sides. Now come closer, let me tell their story for you…

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We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks (1959)


We love to be young and restless. We are the warrior of the day, we live for the moment because we can. We have no fear with what’s in  front of us, because life is just a temporary circumstance. We treat the life as if it’s a game we play everyday.

We let the sunlight strikes our eyes, our skin, and that’s how we feel alive. There’s no wrong for being not right, for being the late riser, for not being an obedient. Humans are animals, we are animals inside and we can’t deny. We’ll get savage, we’ll go crazy, we’ll bend and break, but we’re free.

There’s no sin of being bad, we break the rules for ourselves not to fail anybody. We swallow our pain, we breathe in the sadness, yet we secrete the laugh not the cry. We talk between gin, not wine, because our faith is thin, we don’t deserve His blood and that’s fine.

We get high in hot summer day, we listen to our favorite song and dance the night away. We don’t need tomorrow, all we need is today. We’ll spend the rest of the moment, like there’s no another day…

(Prose by Chandra H)

A Miracle of Destiny


“If something has destined to you, never in million years it can be someone’s else.”

“Have you ever imagined how your spouse is going to be look like?” she asked him.

“No… totally no idea. How’s bout you?” he asked her back.

“I think he must be a smart guy…”

“Do you consider yourself as a sapiosexual, or what?” he chuckled.

“No… well… I don’t know. I always feel engaged with a smart conversation…”

“If your match is coming by the decision of God from long time ago, how’s bout people who’s living alone until now? Does it mean that he has no match decided since God created him?” he asked her.

“Humans are created to be in pairs, now it’s our decision to reach our own destiny, whether to keep looking for the life partner or stop trying.” she answered.

“What if they can’t find until now?”

“God always bless people who never stop struggling at anything, including looking for a husband/wife. Just… never stop looking for the right one.”

“But I still don’t get it. What if they can’t find any?”

“They can. It just depends on how they accept potential match’s deficiency. If they keep looking for the perfect or ideal one, of course they won’t get the spouse very easy. Or maybe they’ll just end up being alone.”

“I see…” he smiled.

“I don’t want to have a relationship that has an end,” she said.

“Then you better pick me, because I’ll make your relationship works out,” he smiled.

“How does it feel to see someone everyday for the rest of your life? Sleeping next to him, and waking up beside him? He becomes the first person you see before you close your eyes and he becomes the first person you see after you open your eyes,” her friend asked her.

“It feels… amazing.” she smiled.