| Silent Soul |
| 26 years ago, A small miracle came to alive in this lonely planet, and they named her Savanna. She Loves Poetry,cravin for good Foods and Books, mad about her Mum, and solemnly looking for her soulmate. |
| She Loves |
| Her Mum and Dad, Her only brother, Her true-blood-friends, and The lovely crafted blue Minaret of her Palace, green green grass of The Park, The Towers, Her comfy room, Her workplace, The Thrilling Black Gold Hunting Project, and Heavenly Kisses from HiM. |
| She Does |
| Fall in love and get amused so easily ,run under the rain , laugh till it hurts, sing so beautifuly, appreciate beauty even if it's not pretty, feel romantic all over for nothing at all ,wear lace and skirts, listen to oldies goodies, believe in emancipation but not feminism, go ballistic over good friends,craving for coffee and chocolates, stay at home during weekend and feel good about it. |
| She Does Not |
| Go for Look, Talk behind, stand being alone, like veggies too much, eat sushi,sleep with lights on, play any instruments, believe in pagan and atheist, worship worldy affairs. |
| She Would |
| Be a writter, singer, poet, anything but silent stalker. |
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| Tuesday, December 26, 2006 |
| Surgeon? No Thanks |
I texted him twice .
PMS mood swing on.
My operator confirmed the messages were delivered. Indeed no reply.
His mobile operator is weird, no?.
Hmm....His mobile got stolen somehere in Himalaya...I really mean Himalaya...
His country doesn't have GSM connection with mine..Big Joke :D
So,
I simply assumed he got upset and stop communicating with me. Silly.
Tuesday morning.
Short email, polite reply.
He threw some compliments here and there
On how I was looking a bit shy and beautiful.
How my brother and father were looking so energetic???
Inhale....
He was too busy invigilating …catched cold and cough
I’m dumbly stunned…
Exhale...
Surgeon he might be, but a kindergarten boy could do better than this
I think they were right when they said Don’t make romance with doctor
Please don’t mind fella doctor, but this one particular case,
Or I guess, being a surgeon in his 20’s has corrupted his sense of romanticsm.
He started all this subtle romance and it’s in my hand to end it now or then.
I’m too tired of playing games with my sanity. |
posted by Nayma @ 3:16 PM  |
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| Friday, December 22, 2006 |
| Surat untuk Atta-perempuan berjiwa manis |
Aku lelah berbahasa yang yang aku tak mengerti
Bahasa yang bukan diajarkan padaku sejak lahir
Terdengar kaku dan membosankan
Aku lelah.
Atta, aku hanya mengenalmu melalui tutur tulismu.
Kamu wanita yang indah,
Andai aku lelaki aku pasti telah jatuh hati padamu
Walau tak pernah bersua
Aku seperti mengenalmu dalam mimpi mimpiku
Bagaimana mungkin kau memiliki pemikiran yang sama
dengan ku,
Membaca tulisan tulisan mayamu
seperti berkaca pada wajah sendiri
Atta,
Pagi ini aku layu sekali,
layu yang dibungkus hitam-putih yang menurut mereka cantik.
Aku tersenyum, hambar...
Kalau boleh berdoa yang mementingkan diri sendiri
aku mohon dipertemukan dengan kekasih lamaku
lelaki berbadan tegap, berkulit putih dan seharum embun pagi
Aku mencintainya dalam dalam diam diam
Aku tak dapat melupakan erat pelukannya yang tak terpatahkan
atau saat ia mengecup keningku dengan syahdu.
Aku rindu tatapan matanya yang lembut
Ia lelaki baik hati yang ditempa kerasnya hidup di belantara beku
Atta, kalau kau mengenalnya, Ia seperti salju abadi
bongkah lapuk yang merindukan matahari
Ia tahu konsekuensi mencair dan lumat ditelan samudra
Namun Ia bersikeras berjumpa mentari
Rindunya sudah tak dapat dipenggah
Aku pernah menjadi mata hatinya,
Aku disebutnya kesayangan...
Dirindui dengan sejuta kehangatan
aku bangga menjadi bagian dirinya
Namun,
keangkuhan menjadi bumerang yang memadamkan
bara yang pernah ada.
Atta,
Kami menikah sederhana diiringi tetesan airmata bundaku
mahar yang dibeli dengan amarah dan kebodohan di Jumat pagi
yang seharusnya menjadi hari yang paling membahagiakan
untuk kami dan merekan yang mencintai kami...
Atta, duduk di ruangan terpisah,
Aku mendengar sayup pasti
Ia menerima nikahku
Ayahku entah kekuatan apa yang memantapkan langkahnya
mengamanahkan putri semata wayangnya untuk lelaki
yang datang dari negeri utara
Aku tahu ayah ibuku berduka
guratan senyum mereka tak mampu menyembunyikan luka yang ada
Kami menikah, duduk berdampingan dalam mobil hijau yang mengantarkan kembali
ke rumah...
Atta,
Pagi ini aku sungguh merindunya
lelaki tampan yang hebat
punya banyak mimpi dan cinta untuk diberi
namun kandas ditempa beku yang abadi
Ia seperti bongkah salju dari kejauhan
matahari yang hangat bila berdekatan
Aku mencintainya dalam dalam diam diam
sungguh,
Walau sempat berdusta
Dulu sekali
Lalu mendua
beberapa kali,
aku mencintainya
dan berharap ada buah cinta dari perhelatan kecil ini
tiada...
mereka mengatakan menunggu lebih baik
maka
aku
menunggu
dengan pedih.
Atta,
aku perempuan yang dianugerahi Allah beauty and brain
maka aku bersyukur dalam dalam diam diam
senantiasa
Namun kadangkala
aku tetap merasa begitu bodoh dan kerdil
bersamanya aku tumbuh
menjadi terkucil, takut, dan akhirnya
aku memutuskan untuk menjadi bahagia
bahagia yang hanya aku sendiri tau bagaimana
Kami berpisah...
sekali
kedua kali
sepertinya selamanya
aku rindu pada lelaki seumpama bongkah salju abadi
yang selalu merindukan hangat mentari musim panas
dengan konsekuensi mencair lumat dihanyutkan samudera
Atta,
aku merindukannya
atau mungkin karena aku merasa begitu sendiri
hari ini
kami sudah tidak saling bicara
dia menghilang ditelan kegalauannya
diamnya yang memicu airmataku
sepertinya dia sudah terlalu lelah
Atta,
Ayah ibuku tak boleh tau aku merindukannya
karena mereka akan kecewa dan bersedih
dikiranya aku telah sembuh dari kerapuhan ini
perpisahan aku dan lelakiku setahun lalu
mereka ingin aku menata hidup dan masa depan
aku juga ingin
merasa bahagia
tapi,
hari ini aku merasa begitu sedih
sedih
sedih
dalam
dalam
sakitnya duh...
Gaun sutera broken white bercorak hitam yang kukenakan hari ini
kamuflaseku pada sahabat sahabat yang begitu ceria
menyambut year ending party di hotel bintang lima sore ini.
Atta,
aku ingat matanya hangat melekat
dia orang asing
yang tak pernah asing bagiku
aku mencintainya
dalam dalam diam diam
tegap tubuhnya, putih kulitnya, tampan wajahnya
hhhhhmmmm harum tubuhnya seumpama tetes embun
lelaki yang tampan
baik hati
hangat
aku merinduinya
dalam dalam diam diam
semoga aku dan dirinya baik baik saja...
Doakan kami |
| posted by Nayma @ 10:43 AM |
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| Thursday, December 21, 2006 |
| Complicated |
My Darling just sent me an email. She misses me too much, so do I.
She wrote in her email about this particular song I used to sing when we were walking back to our apt from campus...
'' when I was a little girl, I asked my mother what will I be...
Will I be pretty, will I be rich, This was she said to me..."
Incitingly, I'm feeling blue, and to make it worse, I'm in PMS period, so watch out everybody.
My boss has came back from his homeland and brought us some Nougats and chocs, cheers.
Tommrow we'll have the unbeatable year end gathering in one of the hotels, and I'm looking forward to joining the sing-a-song competition. However, my mood hasn't been cooperated since last nite. I texted dr. A around 10 pm with childish-silly-unimportant-sms. I hoped he realized with whom he's dealing with coz I have no intention to take this whatever we call it relation furthermore. I feel enough. And when enough is enough, I have to stop even if I can't get enough of self denial.
I miss my darling, if we were together now, we simply would hit the city and enjoy our fav ice creams and pastries under the moonlight.
I miss the park, the towers, which I have visited recently. The hotel was nice but since I was alone, it was merely a nightmare.
out of no where, I was looking for my driving lisence in my passport wallet and suddenly his picture came out of the blue. He was smiling so happily. I miss him Ya rabb, so badly it hurts.
I wish to have him beside me, if it's for good, I would bend on my knee and enchanting heartly prayers for him to be saved from harm. |
| posted by Nayma @ 3:04 PM |
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| Tuesday, December 12, 2006 |
| I love how you love me |
I love how your eyes closed whenever you kiss me
and when I'm away from you, I love you how miss me
I love the way you always treat me tenderly but darling most of all
I love how you love me |
| posted by Nayma @ 8:04 AM |
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| Savanna Who |
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Name: Nayma
Home: Hilarious 'n Buzzin City, J.a.k.a.r.t.a
About Me: Witty, Jolly, anxious, loves poetry and fine books, chocolate, NO Milk for now, weight gain syndrom, yellow-whitish, chubby, married to on heavenly man, dedicated to be a Mother, NO workaholic :D, you read it right...sleazy munching over deadlines and flowerful days of becoming a Mother.
Can't get Enough...
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