| 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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| Friday, January 12, 2007 |
| Merundung, Dirundung |
Entah apa kata yang tepat,
Struktur aktif dengan awalan me-
Atau pasif berawalan di-
Yang pasti
Hari ini aku me-di rundung rindu.
Sepertinya Friday selalu membuatku rindu
Pada keramaian blue dome after Friday prayer,
Library yang sesak oleh waiting-lister,
Coffee break di pinggir sungai
Sambil menikmati burung bangau dari zoo sebelah mencari ikan.
Aku rindu Friday di tempatku yang dulu,
Ada sahabat bersemu merah yang ceria,
Ada lelaki bermata sehijau emerald dengan senyum malu-malunya
Ada gadis menawan yang tak pernah bosan kupandang
Ada si hitam kelam yang mempesona,
Ada banyak yang bisa kunikmati,
Dan tidak sendirian
Tapi di sini,
Di ruangan yang dingin dan beku oleh deadline
Aku dirundung rindu.
Ah, rupanya awalan pasif lebih mengena
Adakah penawar gundah ini,
Mungkin lunch bersama sahabat dan sepotong keju –susu domba
Kau Tahu aku takkan mampu menghabiskannya
Atau Ladoo, dan Halwa yang kusuka,
Aku rindu
Senyum lelaki Caucasian bermata hijau bak emerald
Yang dengan alasan apapun seharusnya tidak boleh berada di hatiku
Namun dengan sekehendaknya tertanam cukup dalam,
Ia pasti tengah terbelenggu beku di kampung halamannya’
Semoga dekapan doaku mampu menghangatkan,
Paling tidak,
Membuatnya merasa bahwa ia tidak sendiri…
Rindu…. |
posted by Nayma @ 10:05 AM  |
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| Thursday, January 11, 2007 |
| Life...oh Life.. |
I'm facing a quite "big" problem. It's small indeed, related to a piece of paper which has transformed my last 2 days into tough ones. If it was mine, I might have less problems as I dont need it so urgently, but because it's my friend's, then I need to sit down and think for what I've been done all this time. well known as a careless girl who lost her stuffs often, I might need to contemplate and start to manage my belongings and others.
However, I was indeed planning to"protect" it from whatever risk that may come.
Allah, this is a soft subtle "pinch" on my cheeks for being reckless and rather ignorant in valuing all the bless I've enjoyed all this time.
May Allah help me all through the way.
I hope my friend would understand that I didn't mean it..of course.... |
| posted by Nayma @ 8:18 AM |
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| Friday, January 5, 2007 |
| Letter to a Dear |
My dear,
It's 4.20 pm here and in about 40 minutes I'm going home, but still there are many things to do for tommorow submission.
I'm feeling quite low today. As a matter of fact, I've tried my best to submit the management report to HO on time, but my partner has ruined it all just now.
He was really making me upset, in the way that...oh Allah..I shouldnt talk back like this...but I did talk about this.
I'm so sorry for telling you all these craps, as I know you're in very hectic condition of submitting your paper tommorow. I pray for you .
My manager told me to go to HO for Board D presentations on Jan 15. But I dont feel like going,...I dont know why, I used to enjoy this kind of activity and I've been looking forward for this event .
I feel like crying now, but it would be so ridiculous to cry just because of small things. As I mentioned earlier, I'm very sensitive, and I do take care my colleagues' feeling as well. But the way it happened just few minutes ago.
Dear, as you may concern, I do believe that honesty is the best policy. I never accept any kind of playful policy, and dishonesty in any matter, even for working matters, even if my government is so corrupt, but I care only about my accountability towards Allah. I have to do what I should do. I can't say yes, it's good or whatsoever if the truth is the opposite. I cannot talk sweet for the sake of lip service....I am polite, but I cannot make my self so down in order to get what I want.
I believe that when Allah endowed us with intellectuality, we must use it properly and accordingly to the rules of Deen.
My Dear, I know I'm talking nonsense, but does honesty matter? It does.
I dont care if someone hates me because I;m saying the truth.
I'm feeling so down, whatever I learned inside the classes, and whatever I hold as my principles..today it seems worthless....
I'm really sorry for bombarding you with all these problems. I just need someone to look into my eyes and telling me that everything will be just fine, Insha Allah. |
| posted by Nayma @ 7:37 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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