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Rinda Reen Hadiana

Write whatever I want to, say whatever feels right, and needs to be said

Tersara Bara

Sel-sel otak melebihi baja.

Terlalu kuat tuk dipantik.


Tiap tempaan membran, tersulut kenang.

Pada kecepatan cahaya.


Kebanyakan yang harus padam.

Namun nyatanya terang benderang.


Bukanlah percikan yang harus menyala.

Biarlah sengaja tetap mati suri.


Kilatannya mencabik-cabik diri.

Bukan lagi jadi keping, namun butir.
Siksa duniawi terasa begitu hidup.

Walau hanya dengan penggalan memori.



– Reen

11.48 pm

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Dua

Hamba bertumbuh jadi dua.

Membawa sebuah nyawa.

Memupuk hidup yang nyata.


Walau bercak kaki hamba resah.

Mantap bergemerisik takkan goyah.

Tegak nan tegap melangkah.

 

Tatapan mata penuh dosa.

Menutup dua lubang telinga.

Tak hirau mulut-mulut berbicara.

 

Luruhkan semua harap dan pupuskan lara.

Singkirkan gundah gulana.

Bangkitkan senyum dan tawa.

 

Hamba satu yang jadi dua.

Bersua dalam suka dan cita.

Menyambut riang gembira.


Hamba sudah menjadi dua.

Hingga nanti saatnya tiba.

Semoga semua akan bahagia.

 

 

– Reen

11.47 pm

Rind… A atau U

Rinda…

Rindu…


Tak jauh beda.

Tipis diakhir.

Kuat penuh arti.


Sebuah nama berbisik.

Desahan merdu.

Lirih memekakkan.


Terhenti dikerongkongan.

Membakar didada.

Siksa.


Ya, keduanya sama.

Berucap kenangan.

Tak bersuara & tak bersua.


– Reen

Me, Rinda. Blue Mosque. Turkey.

​Hate vs Love

I hate you, yet I love you


The powerful and polarizing words.

Intense emotions of mind.

Becoming a purpose,

An agony and an ecstasy.


A single soul destroyed.

Suffer physically, and mental slavery.

Treathen silently, torturing eternally.


Plaaak!!


Bring attention to the moment.

Open up the choice of possibilities.

Freedom of acceptances.


Shift the boundaries.

Terminate the chains.

Slack off the affections.


Forgiveness and compassion on the way.

Let the life living in the process.


– Reen

1.00 am, 24 June 2017

Don’t forget the past, learn from it. 

In this modern world to some people, studying history has little value and meaning. Indeed, the sad truth, because its very difficult to stay idealist about the past or historical matter nowdays.

In Indonesia, there is a proveb tell that “JASMERAH – Jangan Melupakan Sejarah”, it means dont forget about history. But I rather said – never forget about history, because it makes us who we are and part of gratitude for people who made great stories in the past, so that we can appreciate the living.

The lesson from history in the past remain important causes, like we can learn how to ensure that we never repeat the same mistakes, we can develope any further information from the previous event, create something innovative by gathering some information from the past, and the most important from learning history is lead us or help us to be better and influence our future on the right path.

So, if young generations are not taught about this values, they will not give any inspirations to teach them to make an actions in their lives. And because every story that ever made can have a huge impact on the future and young generations still need it.

One of the ways to motivated the young generations is to learn from school, or by an some activities. Although it sounds like they forced to do so, but I think it will be a trigger to acknowledge and liking the history, at least they gain some knowledge from it.

Moreover, not every history are boring, such as hearing the stories directly from people who experience it. Personally, it would be so much fun.

I remember how my Grandmother told a stories about her life in a war zone back then. How the real situation she has faced, from the miserable to the funiest story that can makes me cry into tears and burst into laugh. The important thing is, what the lesson and the values she gave me from her story. It was so precious moment and I would like to shared those stories to my child, even my grandchilds either – someday.

Theodore Roosevelt said, “The more you know about the past, the better prepared you are for the future”.

Thats why, do not forget about the past, never ever forget about it, because when we learn from it, it becomes the future.

 

– Reen

Nb:

Well actually, I wrote an eassy about history for the kids for my task back then. So I thought, why not if I shared it on my personal blog, with editing in some parts. Once again, sorry for the mistaken English. Enjoy.

Because everybody wants to know why I left….

“Leaving a secure job and a very good position when the risk feels scary”bigstock-I-Quit-Written-With-Dry-Erase-28962044

 

Iya iyaa, I know kok. Not even a year has gone by since I explained about leaving out of my comfort zone, followed by how did I do, and the last what I was doing in my blog (all those three are clickable, please check them out).

I really want to write this for a long time, but for various reasons ya the laziness, ya confused how I write, ya worried, etc. Now, I decided to open my laptop in the middle of the night, trying to write it down. Believe me, it’s not easy for me. Because Im getting emotional and I choose my words very carefully. (I could be prosecuted by the law if there is someone/something who not accept this, because it might be considered as a sensitive topic. Im just assuming and I wish it will never happen though hohoho).

Well, like I said before that life is about moving on, move forward to the next level. My brother said that “When one door closes, another door opens”, it means that the opportunities are always there, I believe it’s damn true. “But we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us”, well said by Alexander Graham Bell, yeah probably it happen to me.

As you guys know already, I choose to resign bravely. No, I am not hired to be fired, I quit!

Continue reading “Because everybody wants to know why I left….”

The good & The bad

I should have kept my silence (suppose, until now), about all the things matter this days in this country. It’s not called apathy yaa, it’s called getting your sh*t together, I think.

Something trigger me out. Since I also a human who have feeling of the freedom to speak out, to do whatever I want to as a netizen and as the people of Indonesia.

Literally, I cried.

Cry for Indonesia.

Continue reading “The good & The bad”

Fall – Falling

A moment of time.

Blown away by the wind.

Like dry leaves hanging.


Drop, just in no time.

In every falling, there is a story.

Mostly the pain.

The existence is no longer the same.


But, thats the way it works.

So, new leaves grow.

Start over.

Life goes on.


– Reen

Dry leaves in Cappadocia, Turkey

Grill Party

Limitless Friendship. Halim, Me, Mas Erick, Mb Shanty, Raisha, Mas Hadi, Budi. Minus Mas Chandra, Mas Adhi, Nova, end the genks.

We have sweet potatoes, fish, sausages, rice, salad, sambal, and good friends.

We’re partying, grill party.

Spending time with friends is a great way to have a good time.


Indeed, hanging out with all of you makes time is limitless.

Yup, because we’re Limitless Friendship. 

Big Love 😘

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