Myra - She's My Energy

Having this woman in my life is such a luxury. Yes ... I definitely know that I may not be lucky to have so many friends, but I am glad that I have a precise one. The first time she entered my life is when we were in the same class in Senior High. I wasn't really close to her but we were in the same group (we were bounded by the same band that we loved so much; 9 Balls). In our group, I was close to other friend and so was she (there are four people in our group). Then after the time passed by, it was us who were still exists in this group. When the rest two of us left their adolescent and tried to find other way beside "being a groupist" in exposing their maturity, we were still devoted our love to this group. Then our relationship improved itself with the help of many facts as additional supports; We live in the same area (I can say that she's my neighbor), we are Bataknese (though I am a half blood), our school sent us as a duty in English Competition for our desire in that field, AND then coincidently we study in the same faculty and major ... or if I believe in her faith 'Nothing's coincidence in life' I'll say we are destined to be together.

We've never had a big fight. She respects me as I respect her. We love each other in different way. I can say that we keep distance, but I know it's for our good. We believe that friendship has nothing to do with privacy. I can count how many fight happens in our relationship. 1, 2, 3, 4? Less than 5. And it always ends with each of us apologizing our fool.
The moment I never forget is when I had a plan to leave the faculty for some reasons I couldn't resist and decide to enter other faculty. Hearing this, she came to me mournfully asked me not to leave her. She then said dare to move together with me as long as we can be together.
Indeed, we are still together facing this absurd life. I remembered every moment we struggled the Hot Boring Lifeless JATINANGOR together. I remember our promise to leave JATINAGOR soon. I remember the path we were through every time we're going home. I remember the night we celebrate this F****** life by having a certain of naughty actions (Remember we are up in the table compete with those bitchy dancer?) in the EMBASSY. Remember we try to win our love and tortured by the fact THEY ARE GAY. Remember the busy monday when everyone was in a rush attempting Mr. Maryoso's Exam and we were on the Buss tried to heal the colorless life by leaving for Dufan! I REMEMBER ALL ...

Now here we are. In Jakarta ... I'm so glad you didn't pass the requirement test to be Government employee! Your office is so close with mine. And I believe in your faith; 'Nothing's coincidence in life'. Somehow it's been arranged.
I regret our postponed meeting. I apologize for the fact everytime I was in Bandung I always failed to arrange a meeting (I still want to sing together in Chillout). But now I am so glad that we are this near! When you come to my house and we spend the night together again ... I GAIN SOME ENERGY ... And I believe you bring it for me ... Let's Rock the life Ka!!!!! -Myra Fathira-

Myra - I SWEAR BY THE TIME

24 hours is never been enough ...
"I swear by the time, Most surely man is in loss, Except those who believe and do good, and enjoin on each other truth, and enjoin on each other patience" (Al-Ashr 1-3).
I guess I am in loss now. My 24 hours is never enough. I wish I could have 24 hours more. I am used to awake at 7. 00 AM. Ready to go to my Office at 8.00 0r 9.00. Then I am struggling with the copy writing stuffs. If there is ads to do ... I can spend almost all day in my office (I used to work 'till 12 AM or even 3 AM. If there is nothing to do then I spend all my day browsing, chatting, or reading a piece of garbage ... ). Sometimes it is hard for me to tell my family of what I'm doing. Once they asked me, "What are you doing at office exactly? It's unbelievable you stay in your office late night!". Then I begin to be so confuse, for my answer will never give him any sense at all. Here I tell you what I am doing, "I am thinking ... of how an ads should be presented!!". I am sure the next question will be, "What? Are you contemplating and trying to have a wit?". Honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing??? Maybe I'm trying to spend my 24 hours.
Here I am ... After graduate from English Department UNPAD on August '08, at the same time I have become Advertising Employee as a jr. copy writer, then I tried to divide between I'm as copy writer, as a writer, as a daughter, as a sister, as a dog's owner, as a Moslem, as a friend, as an Arabian lover, as somebody's secret lover, and as a human!!!
Myself as copy writer forces me to "spare your time for learning the copy things",
Myself as a writer begs me to "please write a short story even just an hour from all hours you have",
Myself as a daughter are so sad when my mother said "Why you always don't have a time to have just a light conversation with me",
Myself as a daughter is also tortured when my father texts me "Now you have time to meet me, don't you?"
Myself as a sister is angry knowing it is hard to just say, "Hi sister, how are you? I have so much time for us to talk!! How's life?"
Myself as a dog's owner hates when I find Sheesha's cute photos and just can regret, "next time I go to Bandung I will spend my time to just playing or sleeping with you."
Myself as a friend will rearrange appointment AGAIN by saying, "NEXT TIME I promise we will spend time together!!!"
Myself as Arabian lover asks "When we have REALLY time for ourselves? Being selfish by just talking about silly and unimportant things. When you are really with me? ... and we are not disturbed by Arabian family gathering, Arabian Reunion, and other Arabian occasion which lasted more than 3 days ... "
Myself as somebody secret lover will always say, "Yes you will always have my time ..."
Myself as a Moslem will say, "You must be ashamed of yourself, you don't respect the kindness of God in giving you time BY WASTING IT UNWISELY."
Myself as a human then defend, "I AM JUST HUMAN ... I'M DOING SIN SOMETIMES".

And I am so tireeeedddd ... really tireeed.
Well ... based on that verse am I in loss? Or the time isn't adequate ... or I have to choose what exactly I want to be most ... -Myra Fathira-

Myra - The Sin

I lose my capability in writing even just a short story. I can't, I don't know what makes it? Perhaps my routine. I'm being a robot. I force myself too hard, or it is me who makes it harder? I'm being someone I don't know. I do so many things I never expect before. I don't even know that I am able in doing such an unfamiliar thing!!! Where am I? What am I?

To know there are things that I must pay; consequences. "You won't know the beautiful sky if you don't fly, but to fly and seeing that beautiful sky ... you have also tendency to fall", suddenly those words becomes so close, so vivid, so reliable.

Can I ask? How it feels being in safety net? I mean, decide not to take a risk ... to always be a good person without wanting experience some curiosities? Some say, people won't know how excitement is felt if they haven't crossed that safety net!!!

I don't know how boring life would be if Adam and Eve didn't do the sin. I can imagine it is just the same as a story without conflict. Perhaps there is no bad people or good people. Perhaps they are just playing their role. Perhaps i'm saying this as justification in stepping out the boundary!
Perhaps I just don't know what i'm saying .... -Myra Fathira-

Lisa - You Calling me Colored?

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006,
Written by an African Kid

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?