Life Is a Fight

“seorang Okta, kapan gak marah? Kapan seorang Okta tidak terlihat atau terdengar marah? Gak pernah!” “When is the last time Okta does not seem angry? Okta, not look or sound angry? When? Never” The joke, the statement, keeps surrounding my mind up until now. It’s been forever I have the predicate of an angry person.

that moment when everything is falling down, you're in your most hopeless point in life and you call you mom then saying: "I am really apologizing for every mistakes I've done to you. I got these all bad things happen probably because I have too many bad things done to you and I am sorry for that"  instead of forgiving, then she said  "no, don't apologize. Instead, I do apologize for not being there for you, helping you in this situation and you have to face it all alone. forgive me"

I think this society should try to learn to put more respects to people, especially modern women. I do know that we are living in Indonesia, I do know that people cannot easily accept the idea of "freedom". But I think people should really learn to put more respects on us, the modern women.

On the latest truth or dare game with some friends, I got this question: "what do you fear the most?" No need to think, I answered "hell" ... Then I was asked "Why didn't you answer God?" Well, here's the thing. 

Sometimes we do fall in love not with a person, but with the idea of a person. The perfect idea of it. Not even from a touch of a hand, not even from a warmth of a hug. It can simply come from a glance at the eyes or just a look on the face.