Showing posts with label father of my son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label father of my son. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I Read People

Not a mystery to solve, obviously I'm an open book. But you all are books for me to read and write the endings.

Some of the people from my past thought that I was a mystery for them to solve. But actually I'm not. I'm actually like an open book that if some people clever enough would know what I am. One thing that I know so well is that I read people. Because I'm always in silent, it's actually a condition for me in which I'm easy to observe people. Like I always say, we can learn and think more in silent rather than when we are talking. This is my gifted character. I can read people from one look, it's all there on the surface. I just need to put them on folders in my mind and see in the future whether my deduction of certain people is right or not. Yes, I use my senses.... developed senses. Aren't we all?! This is actually a trait for me as well to control people (woops). Too much watching Sherlock?! I couldn't be happy more that Sir Arthur created a fiction that mostly described me in personal. It thrills me that I'm not alone thinking I'm a freak, like Mom always says that I'm unsociable,

a freak, an autistic person in which I can't communicate well or that I don't feel like ordinary human being. She used to call me "Manusia tanpa perasaan". and I laugh a lot every time I watch Sherlock so thrilled with his own world while Dr.Watson always shouted at him about his "Timing". Again, it thrills me that I can see another human being (a fiction created by Sir Arthur, it's a thought in a person's mind, so it's real enough for me) can act like I always do. Though I pushed myself so hard always to feel, always being aware about the surroundings, always giving affection, being friendly. I'm sorry but all are just tools on how to live this life. I use all those tools just to survive. In truth, like the fiction always says: everything is just transport, what matter is only my work. All lies end, hearts will be broken. In my case  now, Dale is my only everything. I guess Allah gave me a reason to live, then Dale it is.

He saves lives and a fiction.
I build characters, basic people's knowledge, develop frameworks for child's survivors, and I'm real.
Close enough to be the high-functioning sociopath, don't you think?!

The matter of a disguise is always ends with self portrait.
No matter how far how hard, or even how complicated to create fake life and fake personality, in the end, we always show the truth of who we really are. So what I read in people at the first sight, in the end they will reveal themselves as I see them for the first time. 33 years old, and not one from any of them surprised me of whom they really are in the end, including the bad side of Dale's father that I always see the moment I laid my eyes on him. I forced myself to be blind at that time like I gave him 2nd chance because of his efforts that time to convince me that he had good intention. Though it turned out to be just lies and broken promises. What I can't accept is that.. I was okay on my own, my life, my responsibilities in works, teaching, double studies. Then he came promised me anything. I thought I'd be an ungrateful person if I refused because nowadays.. a man chases a woman to get marry is very rare, don't you think?! Well, then again, look at the bright side. I got my gorgeous and lovable Dale. Like Sherlock I am, a positive, a high functioning sociopath.

a blast from the past. My brain is my HD. I delete everything that doesn't relate with my work. Consider I'm married to my work.
Like one of my friends always says: Vina never thinks of anything that doesn't relate with all of her doings, including English, movies, and games or even personality development and how to manipulate people. She never bothered to feel have to know about the current issues or what's in the gossip at the architecture department. She would stay in touch with one of the noisiest and most annoying person in the society just to get to know about the latest gossip. But you can't ever imagine how Vina seems to always get close to each of the people in the society, secretly. How she helped them to overcome their problem. They knew that Vina is always reliable and a right place to save their secrets.
Ok, now I knew what he meant at that time.

There's no such thing as hero, and if there are, I'm not one of them.
Like my half sister always said that I always wanted to be hero that it's actually her mom that always said that I was her hero. You got it wrong, sister. There's no such thing as hero, and if there are, I'm not one of them. I'm just a human, a high functioning sociopath who makes her own kind of world, manipulates people, creates her own world full of good deeds for the sake of creating better places for the ones she loved. You were there with your mom in that kind of world that I've created for you, but you tossed it away and betrayed me. I only need to be stood still and let them judged how evil the both of you. It's like karma does you both right and I got lucky as Allah gave me the privilege to see how karma does you both right. I didn't need to do any effort at that time to destroy both of your reputations. This is who I am, this is how I read people, and manipulate. Be good, then I'll create good world for you. You do me bad, then I just sit still and see how your world torn apart. Yes, it's what I do.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

alone is my protection

You think I'm suffering?!
You think I care if you already have someone?!
I don't, coz you don't deserve me,
I'm alone, on my own, that's my protection.
No one told you to disturb me, to destroy my life,
You came with promises, and then you broke them,
I had my own life that I don't need any disturbances,
I was working, teaching, and also studying in 2 places,
and then you came to disturb me with all your promises.
You ruin my life with all your promises, and when it went further,
you couldn't handle them.
You gave me other burdens, and then you ran away with big talk that you're a responsible man.
BULL SHIT!!! I had to overcome all the mess you've made in my life,
Now you see, I still stand on my own feet. With the responsibility that we should bear together.
I'm a mother, also a father now.
Like you see, I don't need you in my life (you should have think before you talk when you assumed that I want you back)
SORRY that's not going to happen (I'm using "be going to" in which I'm firmly sure), I'm the one who's pregnant, working, teaching, studying, and then you resigned without asking me and depended your life on me?! If you weren't such a pain in my ass, maybe I would consider it. You were useless for me, So I'm gladly kicked you out of my life.
Mind that in your rotten damaged brain that I don't need you.
You have to spend your money on our son because it's your responsibility, moron.
I'm a positive schizophrenia, but you're negative, which means I can live while you don't.
Happy living in a pathetic life that I'm sure karma will do you right.
I'm a Dale-functioning sociopath. I don't need people like you in my life

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Yang Tercinta,Yang Tiada...



23 September 2012 at 00:00
kuresapi rasamu yang hanya cumbuan belaka
kurasakan cintamu yang tak bermakna,
kutulis dirimu yang telah kubaca,
hanya tuk kurubah jadi karya kata - kata,
maafkan,
diri ini terlalu rapuh untuk terus kau sakiti...

Lelaki itu masih juga terpaku disitu. Kedewasaan dan kesepian terbaca jelas diraut wajahnya yang sedikit kekanakan. Matanya terus menatap layar hapenya. Entah sudah berapa kali ia baca SMS itu. SMS yang tak pernah dibalasnya. SMS yang membungkam pikiran, kata - kata dan tangannya untuk mengetik balasan. SMS yang menempatkannya dalam dilema seumur hidupnya. SMS yang membuatnya terus berdusta, pada orang sekelilingnya, bahkan pada dirinya sendiri, juga wanita itu.

"makan gorengan dikit,rasanya tu tumor nyut2an,maaf ya ga tau mo crita kesapa.pengen nangis rasanya.akan lebih mudah cerita kekamu yang ga punya rasa,toh ga ada ngaruh2nya,daripada cerita ke mereka yang khawatir ma aku.aku bisa ngerasain emosi kesedihan mereka.maaf...."

Tubuh wanita itu terbaring kaku disana, tak ada siapa-siapa. Shoji menatapnya, tanpa arti, kosong, pikirannya melayang tak karuan dan akhirnya ia mendapati sesuatu ingin meledak dari dasar tubuhnya. Maka ia meraih kemaluannya. Tergesa - gesa, cepat, seperti yang biasa dilakukannya. Tangan kirinya masih juga memegang sisi peti itu. Kayu licin yang menjadi saksi waktu tersembunyi dari privasi shoji.

"beb... klua'r, aku... klua'r....", erang shoji dengan pengucapan 'R' yang tidak jelas. Kemudian ia menatap wajah wanita itu yang tidak memberikan respon sedikitpun, bahkan tidak membuka matanya. Perlahan shoji mengguncang tubuh wanita itu dengan tangan kirinya.

 "beb... ko kamu diem aja, beb.... aku klua'r, kamu denge'r R akukan,beb... kamu suka kan..., beeeebbb...", shoji memeluk tubuh wanita itu dengan tangan kirinya dan mendekapnya. Kerongkongannya tercekat.

" beeee... eeebbbb", dan suaranya semakin tidak jelas. Ia ingin menumpahkan luapan didadanya, tapi seperti yang terus tertahan, maka dipeluknya erat tubuh wanita itu sambil memejam matanya. Setitik air mengalir dari ujung matanya. Shoji tercekat dan menyadari. Segala kesuksesan, segala jerih payah. Pengejaran dalam hidupnya untuk menempatkan dirinya tinggi dan pantas memiliki wanita itu, terbelenggu hanya karna sebuah nafsu. Rasa gengsi yang dimenangkannya untuk menyakiti wanita itu dengan menikahi wanita lainnya. Obsesi sepanjang hidupnya, tengah terbaring kaku dihadapnya. Sex itu bukan hanya sekedar nafsu. Kebutuhan bagian dari hidupnya, ia tengah mencinta, cinta yang korup, kotor, tamak, tergesa - gesa, tidak setia, dan tidak membuat tenang. Cintanya tak bermakna, tapi ia membutuhkannya. Komplikasi itu tetap solid walau terus membuatnya ragu, saat ia katakan,"..aku butuh kamu..". Dan yang dicinta, kini telah tiada...  

-yang tercinta,yang tiada-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XBoOcGJyN4

https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/yang-tercintayang-tiada/191666754300766

Vain

2 March 2013 at 03:46
Put all memories about you in writings,
Because remembering you is intoxicating,
I Don't wanna feel the pain,
you leave me no choice but to live in vain,
Though I try not to get hurt,
It's unavoidable when your anger finally burst ...

from new chapter of 11 LELAKI ITU ADALAH DIRIMU
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/vain/265542430246531

Indifferent Gold: an Inspiration

21 March 2013 at 20:53
You're an object of my inspiration,
you're an inspiration for my art projects,
There's nothing wrong with that,
And it doesn't mean
I can live with you forever,
Be free...
You're just an interesting soul to me...

https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/indifferent-gold-an-inspiration/275105239290250

Indifferent Gold

21 March 2013 at 20:58
Messy room,
Face with gloom,
familiar smell from cigar,
as the soul stretched showed scar,
Some on body,
Some like thrown to the sea,
Vanished or just tarnish,
slice of emptiness,
Like some heart pieces,
No brat not even a cat,
Mellow is on the pillow,
It's a long term longing,
From a soul that not yet a belonging,
so precious so marvelous,
indifferent yet magnificent,
like something ancient,
Any soul with wise and grace,
Is mine to easily embrace,
Though it might get old,
it can never be merely jolt,
It will be greater like gold,
Forever I will be glad to hold...
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/indifferent-gold/275106945956746

melancholy me..

5 April 2013 at 00:46
you walk and work like a true whore of world,
yet you think and see things melancholy,
wake up you true soul of an artist,
it's the war that I've been trying to conquer,
the war between melancholy me and the brighter better world,
don't give up now,
and stop thinking negative,
there's always reason in every meeting,
don't be just a dreamer like me,
I've been trying to be a believer,
have made each meetings as positive encounters,
you have the potential,
all you need to do is to make all become a whole lot better,
that's our duty to have better life,
especially you,
for the sake of your children...