Teacher

When I looked at my LinkedIn page, I saw profiles of my friends from high school and university.

They all looked amazing!

Bla bla bla manager, head manager of bla bla bla, senior manager of bla bla bla, all those amazing titles from their workplace.

And then I saw mine

No amazingly long title

Just simply says,

Teacher

I stopped and thinking

“Did I make the right choice?”

Because honestly, I was kinda envy them

All of their work looks so important

And the titles are so cool

But then I keep silent

And think

And think

And think again

Till I finally realize

I may only have one simple title

But I contribute in the making those people

The people that will have that so many amazing titles in the future

With that thought in mind,

I felt so damn good

I am a teacher

I may only a teacher,

But I am so proud of what I can do

Shaping future astronauts,

Future businessmen,

Future scientists,

Heck! Even future presidents!

I am a teacher

With no long titles

But I’m proud of my job

And the most important thing is

I love my job

P.S: I know it’s kinda late, but happy teachers day to all amazing teacher out there! You did an amazing job, dear unnamed heroes!

Did You Forget?

You loved me with your own twisted crooked way

I could feel your love

I accept it

and I tried to understand it

Hence I was willing to be caged by your so called love

You never went out with me

Everytime we went on a date

which was like three times a year,

All you ever showed me was that annoyed looked on your face

I gave you everything

Yes, I lied twice to get out of the cage

Just to take a breather

But I went back and asked for your forgiveness

just because I need to breathe the air outside that cage

Me tears should explain more than my words will ever be

How deep I have fallen for you

How much I loved you

Your lips talk about forgiveness

but you never forget

Never did once you forgive

Then you acted like you never changed

But behind my back you started a new journey

Never you called me before we sleep

Yet you spend the time calling her

You broke up with me saying that you’re bored with our relationship

And I believed wholeheartedly that I was to blame

If only I was caring enough

If only I was good enough

So many if’s

But after 2 weeks I discovered

With my own eyes

The betrayal you did

the ugly truth

Then I realized

No matter what I did

No matter what I said

It all mean shit to you

Because your so called love already gone long ago

You treated me really good once upon a time

You caged me with your so called love

And now you cast me aside like used goods

Make me believe that I was not good enough

Lying to my face

And didn’t even blink when you do it

Did you forget?

That you have a little sister?

What would you do if she fall for someone like you?

Did you forget?

We

We were the night.

We painted the sky black and hid the stars away.

Everything was dark that night, except you.

Except you.

The moon.

The perfectly shaped circle.

The mysterious light that shines the night.

Do you know that the moon god of Babylonian was called “Aku”?

You smiled.

As if the universe was conspiring with us that night.

As if you already knew that we were belong to each other from the very beginning.

Everywhere we saw was darkness.

But we still can see each other.

We can feel each other’s heart beat.

We can even find each other in the blackest night, with our eyes closed.

The cold wind kissed our skin, and from our warm, inescapable hugs, we reach and mend our darkest and deepest wounds.

Where You Are

What’s the sky without the stars?

What’s a story without a heart?

What am I, if I’m not standing where you are?

What’s goodbye without a kiss?

What’s a penny without a wish?

What’s tonight, if you’re not here to spend it with?

And where’s the light if there’s no dark?

Where’s the flame if there’s no spark?

And what am I, if I’m not standing where you are?

And what’s a bird without a song?

What’s the day without the dawn?

What’s a road if you’re not there to walk along?

What’s the warmth without the cold?

What’s a tale that’s never told?

What is love if it’s not us growing old?

Where’s the light if there’s no dark?

Where’s the flame if there’s no spark?

And what am I, if I’m not standing where you are?

What am I?

If I’m not standing where you are…

Don’t Quit

“When things go wrong, as they sometimes will;

When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;

When the funds are low and the debts are high;

And you want to smile but you have to sigh..

When all is pressing you down a bit

Rest if you must, but don’t you quit

Success is failure turned inside out;

The silver tint on the clouds of doubt;

And you can never tell how close you are;

It may be near when it seems far

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit;

It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit…”