Wednesday, September 28, 2011


This is my life
This is my world
I decide what it would be
Because I started it
Because I live it
Because I choose it
This is my life
You may give complaining
But you may not change it


what is the first thing comes to your mind when I say future? Is it bright? Dark? Success? Bankrupt? Sucks? or Death? You are free judging what your self will be. It is all up to you.
Your future is what you do now.
Am I

I remember a day. my seven, you said “How are You?”.

I expected

you, to completed.

the sentence.

But you left.

And i Was sad.

It came to my eight.

For GOD sake, I saw a light.

so Bright

such in a night.

i thought it was you,


but you Left.

and i was sad.


Coming to my nine,

you come with shine.

Well, I might say you were mine.

or Might be, i could say i was fine.

NO no no! i wasn’t fine.

I need you,


But you left.

and i was sad.

For More.

The next was my Ten.

I got sad to send.

smile that you lend,

i got that in my hand.

but you left.

and i was sad.

Once Again.

you just come for a Short while.

and left for a Long mile.

i Never touch miracle, Before.

even you come and go thru the same door.

you are everywhere, but

there is a doubt.

who is Miracle?

is it me? Am I?.

Jogja, 17 april. 2011 Annissa Maulani

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Story of a maiden

She is not a lonely
girl, nor having a willing to not be
She felt his warm in the snowy,
and covering in her free.

Don't know, I
it's just her dream.
She does her try
to fell the moon beam.
but crybaby.

Her man exists not
on hopping a lot
a man will do his bow.

She reflects her
in a crack mirror.
not blur,
yet clearer.

She's too sweet
for a perfect man.
She waits on the seat
for a kiss of grand.

Friday, September 23, 2011

abstract, so I leave

I fell so close, yet not real.
I fell so warm, yet nothing around.
I fell so happy, yet no comedy.
what is it felling?
one day we'll meet,
I'll see how you are real.
see ya.
gotta live my own, first. :)

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Invisible tukang bakso. ever

so this story starts in my boarding house. my room is on the second floor. it's almost far from the gate where everybody comes and goes. sometimes that thing doesn't be the matter of mine. but lately it becomes so.
i was so busy of my college things and some internship things. i almost have no time to go out to buy food for my dinner. and every evening, around 4-6pm, there's a tukang bakso, a man who goes around to sell the bakso using cart.
every time he hit the bowl, a common sign of tukang bakso to tell the consumer that he's around, i turned to be so rush to call him. but every time i'm near the gate of my boarding house, he'd already disappear.
it happened almost everyday.
nope, i'm not curious of him. thing i'm curious about is how can he run by pushing his cart that fast?!
well, one day if I meet you i will be so happy because i know that i can run faster than you, mr. Tukang bakso.
thank you for making me felling so depressed.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

people are different

I only say a perfect person if only they dare to be different

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


don't be afraid to write your

Welcoming Words

live is about words, for me.
you won't be able to say what you mean by saying no words.
but words are not always a weapon.
it can be your own blade
to your own self.


on hoping my goal, I hope this (well, it's supposed by my third) blog can be my facilitator to share everything.