Can't sleep and won't sleep.
I think I just want to cry tonight. I saw random vids on Tiktok, and sometimes I shed tears. The thing still lingers. No vids gave me that anymore.
Can't sleep and won't sleep.
I think I just want to cry tonight. I saw random vids on Tiktok, and sometimes I shed tears. The thing still lingers. No vids gave me that anymore.
I used to write. A lot.
I made stories. I made plays. I made anything that makes me to be acknowledged as a wordsmith.
I wrote on papers, I wrote on Words, I wrote at Blogger since I was a high schooler, I wrote at Wordpress, I wrote on Medium, I wrote at walls and notebooks and whatever.
I always try to remind myself via a statement to my wife : "I need to be more productive". But it will always end up by scrolling aimlessly at Instagram or TikTok, scrolling at endless pit of Youtube, listening to music that I never heard before, favoriting items that I know it will be gone soon if I didn't check it out by next ten minutes. I need to be more productive. But she will always said "we won't have time for that, anymore."
I want to write more. I got a shitton of things inside my head, even when I writing this shit. Bad jokes, cheesy love story, sad adventure, an unrequited love stories, a stories of a man that failed himself. A stories of a murder. Stories for kids, for my children to read when they are able to read. But somehow I know that I can't.
I want to be like Murakami, I want to be like Raditya Dika. I want to be expressing myself, my mind, my concern, my heart into writing. Because deep down, I know, I write because I want to escape my life.
My current life is wonderful, I can't grateful enough for it. I got a lovely wife and two beautiful children. I got a job that held the economic of our family, I got a place to sleep on. I got vehicle, I got stuff.
But sometimes, sometimes, things hurl wildly inside me. Like a hurricane without ending, like a snowball that kept rolling. I read and watched The Shining. I'm afraid that I will come to this room, open the word processor and kept writing "All work no play, Jack is a dull boy."
Haruki Murakami deciding himself to become a writer when attending a baseball match of his favorite team - Swallows. He knew he can write at that moment.
I'm still looking at that moment to happen in my life.
I'm still lock up the hurricane inside me, to hurl down even bigger.
A leap year.
Sebuah tahun yang dimana hari ini hanya akan datang 4 tahun lagi. Tanggal 29 Februari. What will happen today? I wrote this post at five in the morning, while Selvy, Zell and Raffa still sleeping at their best. I made a cup of instant coffee, move out my laptop and keyboard to the living room, and pull out the Mee-Do chair. Accompanied by the sound of small waterfall on the mini aquarium we had and a constant sizzling sound of the rain outside with a pinch of thunders. Today might be a one different day. Might be.
Rereading several posts I've made here, makes me realize how inconsistent I am as a writer. And I think I want to fix it. I have decided that 2024 will be the year that I'm back as The Writer. Will it be FromTheseGlasses or Journal of Memory or my long forgotten stories or brand new short stories or maybe a compendium of lore for FromTheseRolls - I will write. What ever it will be. Let's see how many writings will it be in the end of December 2024.
On the other note but still relevant with the passion of Writing that came up suddenly as I rereading the first chapter of Jack Keroac's On The Road several hour before I decided to bring my laptop to the living room, I also wanted to read more. And somehow, recently, I find reading meeting proceedings are pleasant. Not just that, but also reading scientific journals that made by people who do hard working and spending their time researching giving me such willingness to read. So I decided that I want to add more readings this years, from fiction to scientific journals. But please - no non-fiction books of management, leadership, soul-soup bullshit.
Tuhkan, jadi pake bahasa Inggris.
Hi.
Yes, lo kembali lagi ke blog ini setelah sekian lama tidak disentuh. Dan seperti biasa, lo masih menganggap hal ini sudah seperti keharusan saja: akhir tahun berarti recap kehidupan untuk dibaca kehidupan lo mendatang.
Marilah kita mulai, pakcik. And as always, I'll list it with bullet points.
Hi, Future Rizki!
It's me, 2021 Rizki, saying hi from the past to you! Semoga lo selalu diberikan kesehatan dan keberkahan untuk kalian semua disana! How's Zell dan Bundo? Semoga mereka selalu diberikan kesehatan dan keberkahan ya! Dan apakah Zell sudah punya adik?? Ho-Ho-Ho, you sly bastard, way to go if you do!! Are Mom and Dad and Ading fine? I hope they still happy and accompanying all of you!!
Well, I just want to say Hi, maybe it's been a rough week for you, and it's almost the end of 2021. I think it's our obligation to give ourselves some pat on the back and preparing some reminders for our futures for some memories log! Maybe grab some popcorn, just a bit. It won't take too long
OK, let me start: