Temporarily Escaping

first of all, i'm sooo sorry, i've been neglecting this blog for weeks, because yeaah im pretty busy these days. the kind of business which i love to do, though :D
until tonight, a friend of mine suggest me to listen to this song...

I'm tired of waking up in tears,
'Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears
I'm new to this grief I can't explain;
But I'm no stranger to the heartache and the pain.

The fire I began, is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die
I'm a Silhouette asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?
I'm a Silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home

I'm sick of the past I can't erase,
A jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can't retrace,
The mountains of things that I still regret,
Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget
(No matter where I go)

The fire I began, is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die
I'm a Silhouette asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again?
I'm a Silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home

'Cause I walk alone, no matter where I go
'Cause I walk alone, no matter where I go
'Cause I walk alone, no matter where I go

I'm a Silhouette asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever love again?
I'm a Silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home
I watch the summer stars to lead me home

then suddenly, it hits me hard..

do i love what i'm doing? or do i keep myself occupied all this time just to snap you out of my mind?

oh, hello

by Isma Hadiatmaja on 10:35:00 PM

first of all, i'm sooo sorry, i've been neglecting this blog for weeks, because yeaah im pretty busy these days. the kind of busines...

just like cassandra niki to photograph.
diana rikasari to fashion.
benzbara to writings and stuff.

i do, want to have passion too.

what is my passion? what am i gonna do about it?

passion

by Isma Hadiatmaja on 5:00:00 PM

just like cassandra niki to photograph. diana rikasari to fashion. benzbara to writings and stuff. i do, want to have passion too. wha...

terbangun di pagi hari, udara sesak bau memori. terpaksa kunikmati kenangan kita seperti menikmati sepotong roti dan secangkir kopi.

samar kulihat bayangmu memantul dari cangkir kaca. sepertinya rinduku telah terpendam terlalu lama.

cinta bukan lagi cinta jika kamu tiada. aku hampa, hanya bertemankan cerita - cerita lama layak meminum kopi yang sudah tak berasa.

lalu berputarlah kenangan tadi satu demi satu. kusaksikan saja diam dan bisu. walau hati mengeluh rindu.

karna setidaknya, ada kamu disitu.

sajak kopi

by Isma Hadiatmaja on 7:15:00 PM

terbangun di pagi hari, udara sesak bau memori. terpaksa kunikmati kenangan kita seperti menikmati sepotong roti dan secangkir kopi. sama...

bau buku gramedia. buku - buku super mahal kinokuya. antrian sejam salon. gloomy. mi ayam pinggir jalan, mi ayam tengah malam. mandi malam buta sepulang dari bandara. midnight talks. jalanan padat depok. pancake itc. takoyaki. crepes dan teh dengan rasa aneh. scream 4. nasi lada hitam ricebowl yang ga abis. steak murah, milkshake enak. naik turun angkot. ngantri di kartikasari. ciki oren. ladda land ga jadi. puter - puter pvj trus deg2an karna ada lomba IT atau apalah itu namanya yang banyak laptopnya. ngewarnet ampe jam 11 malam. film horror cina yang ga serem. galau berjamaah. lift bersejarah. pulang haha. nangis di pesawat. nangis tiap pms. kangen. nangis tiap pengen ketemu tapi cuma bisa chat. atau dm. nangis tiap liat album jaman dulu, gendong2an sama naik kuda bareng. nangis tiap inget ga tau kapan lagi bisa ketemu. nangis, karna kangen.

tik, kangen tik.

it's really hard to sleep

by Isma Hadiatmaja on 11:33:00 PM

bau buku gramedia. buku - buku super mahal kinokuya. antrian sejam salon. gloomy. mi ayam pinggir jalan, mi ayam tengah malam. mandi malam ...

seharusnya aku bisa mencintai tanpa celah. tanpa lelah.
seharusnya aku mencintai tanpa takut gelisah.
seharusnya aku mencintai tanpa menyerah.
seharusnya aku mencintai tanpa mengingat yang sudah - sudah.

ah, kini aku mencintai tanpa tahu arah.
seharusnya bagiku mencintai itu bukan masalah.