Happy Ied, mates..

Saya, Ilham Syahputra Nasution, mewakili keluarga besar atok Buyung Qadir Nasution, menghaturkan sepuluh jari dengan segenap kerendahan hati, memohon maaf atas setiap sangka yang ada di hati, dan setiap kata dan perbuatan yang menyakiti.

“Taqabbalallahu minna
waminkum, Kullu ‘amin wa antum bikhoir..

Minal ‘Aaidiina wal Faaidziin…

Selamat hari raya Idul Fitri 1429 Hijriah, mohon maaf lahir dan batin.

Being Tagged..

Time to relax a bit. Karena di-tag oleh seorang teman lama banget (hai, cha!) maka saya pun memutuskan untuk menyambut tag yang diberikan olehnya. Ceritanya adalah tentang 10 kebiasaan saya, yang mungkin belum banyak orang yang tahu. Wokeh, mari kita let’s go! 😀

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Virginia Moon..

Karena kau memang cantik dengan jilbab yang tertutup rapat. Tiada bandingnya dengan mereka yang mengumbar aurat. Aduh hatikuuu..

“Dearest constellation, heaven surrounding you
Stay there, soft and blue. Virginia Moon, I’ll wait for you tonight
Sweetest invitation, breaking the day in two
Feeling like I do, Virginia Moon, I’ll wait for you tonight

Adaptation and Surviving 101

Pulang ke Medan membawa aliran oksigen baru untuk saya. Setelah hampir delapan tahun menjadi orang asing di kota ini, saya pun kembali datang dan mencoba meresapi kehidupan disini. Seperti yang pernah saya tulis dulu, bahwa hidup disini agak lebih teratur ketukannya dan lebih lambat temponya –dan jalan disini banyak yang telah berubah arah sehingga saya sering nyasar 😀

Tapi hal yang paling saya bisa resapi adalah, disini saya belajar lagi untuk tarik nafas, buang nafas. Tidak mudah ternyata, karena begitu banyaknya kesalahan-kesalahan di masa lalu yang baru berakibat saat ini. Tapi tidak apa-apa, bukankah hidup adalah belajar?

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Halhoyo…

To you, whose name could not be written…

It’s been a while since I’ve wrote you poetries and sang you my songs, isn’t it? I know it’s almost impossible that you will read this post, or even if you read it, you might think that I’m writing for someone else. But it’s ok, I’ll keep writing anyway.

There are so many words that I can’t tell you, for instance; why I avoided you since our last encounter at Senayan. And ofcourse, why I keep singing and writing unpublished songs about you.

But here’s a tip, read any literatures about how a dork loves a celebrity, or read about how The Beast loves The Beauty. Then, maybe you’ll understand how I feel. And incase you’re not paying attention enough, I wrote the word “feel” at the last passage, and that’s a present tense 🙂

But now I’m not writing about how I feel about you, it doesn’t matter anymore…

I just want you to know, that I know how you feel right now. Eventhough we haven’t really “spoke” since I got back to our beloved hometown, believe me, I know your updates. Some people might say –or maybe even you think– that I am stalking you, but the truth is, I don’t.

There’s a slight difference between a stalker and me. Stalker –obviously– stalk you to where ever you go, but I don’t. I just pay attention about every aspects and details about you, from everything that relates to you. I listen, and I analize any informations. Ok, I know that sounds a little scarry, but that’s not.

And so, now you have your heart broken once again. I know that I may not be as lucky as him or your other ex lovers to be loved by you, but believe me, I can take the pain to hear you whining about why you keep falling for the wrong man, just like the old days. Just dial my number anytime, and I’ll pick it up before the second dialing tone. Text me a “halhoyo..”, and you’ll see my number in your cell the next second.

When ever you’re feeling down, I’ll be there to pick you up. When ever you’re feeling sad, I’ll be the clown to cheer you up. When ever you’re feeling that the sky will falls down on you, I’ll borrow Hercules’ power to hold it as long as it’s needed. Just call out my name, anytime you want, and I’ll be around in a zap.

Know this, that you are my criptonite, and it hurts a lot when you’re around, but don’t worry, I’m still a superman. Just take me outside to feel the sunshine, and I’ll be just fine.

Or if you just wanna be alone and keep the story for your self, don’t worry dear, it’ll all be gone soon. Maybe you feel it’s a tragedy, but soon enough you’ll consider it as a comedy. Trust me =)