About Twivortiare

I can’t remember what got me to do this in the first place, but one morning, this thing hit my head: hey, what if a character that I’ve created in one of my books has a Twitter account?  What she/would say?  
Well, to say I had too much time in my hand or that I was bored at that time is probably not far from the truth.  So yes, that morning of January 23rd – which was alos around th time that I was experiencing the so-called writer’s block in the middle of finishing Antologi Rasa - I set up a Twitter account under the name of @alexandrarheaw, tweeting as Alexandra Wicaksono, the female lead in my 2nd book Divortiare.
I didn’t promote that thing first, I just tweeted once in a while, and suddenly I realized that it was growing followers.  And you know what, some started speculating that Alexandra was real.  That the book that I wrote a few years back was about this one real woman.  So before it got carried away, one day I just tweeted in my personal account @ikanatassa that now they can follow @alexandrarheaw as the spin-off of Divortiare.  Well, whaddayaknow, at the time I wrote this, the @alexandrarheaw got some twelve-hundreds followers.  Which for me, is kinda … wow.
What’s more wow, though, is how the followers - in this case, my readers - react to the tweets.  They ask questions, they comment, they express their emotions towards some of the things that I tweeted as if this Alexandra character is a real person, and suddenly I’m in this weird, cosmic, unfathomable interactive relationships with the followers.  Which is totally new for me.  I didn’t even know that their comments and questions could actually lead me to making up stories as we go.  At one point, I think I got really really creative that I said to myself ‘I can’t believe I’m tweeting this shit but it’s fun.’  @alexandrarheaw’s tweets, like all Twitter ramblings, are plotless, spontaneous, chaotic, just like how a normal, living person lives his/her life.
What amuses me more is that some followers actually took the liberty of creating their own spin-off Twitter account.  Before I know it, now the husband is tweeting, the best friend is tweeting, hell even the housemaid of the character is tweeting.  Which I found hilarious.  And I don’t mind, really, hey if one Twitter account that I started could ignite others to explore their own creativity, why not?
I personally don’t know if this is going to be a trend now or in the future.  You know, the whole an author tweeting his/her story instead of writing it in a book.  A couple of other people have done something called ‘twitterature’ - a smart amalgamation of ‘twitter’ and ‘literature’, don’t you think?  In it, these two guys, Achman and Rensin,  wrote humorous reworkings of literary classics for the twenty-first-century intellect, in digestible portions of 20 tweets or fewer.  I bought and read the book, and I must say, I quite enjoy how Hamlet was tweeting, Harry Potter was tweeting, Anna Karenina was tweeting, and a whole bunch more.
And didn’t ‘Shit My Dad Says’ start from @shitmydadsays?
And then there’s this article in Time magazine - ‘Twitter Lit: A New Creative Outlet’ - in which they explained how writers are shaping their work to exploit technology.  Which is actually kinda true.  Authors used to write on stones, leaves, paper, and now we’re writing on our laptops and iPads.
Twitter is often blamed as the primary cause why writers can’t write.  I’m just trying to prove the opposite, and have fun doing it.  
PS: Here’s Twivortiare release schedule > pre-sale via Twitter/online ended January 27th 2012. Regular online sales will start February 14th 2012 (just e-mail your name + shipping address + how many copies now to reserve your copy to twivortiare@gmail.com). Book store release is scheduled on May 2012.

About Twivortiare

I can’t remember what got me to do this in the first place, but one morning, this thing hit my head: hey, what if a character that I’ve created in one of my books has a Twitter account?  What she/would say?  

Well, to say I had too much time in my hand or that I was bored at that time is probably not far from the truth.  So yes, that morning of January 23rd – which was alos around th time that I was experiencing the so-called writer’s block in the middle of finishing Antologi Rasa - I set up a Twitter account under the name of @alexandrarheaw, tweeting as Alexandra Wicaksono, the female lead in my 2nd book Divortiare.

I didn’t promote that thing first, I just tweeted once in a while, and suddenly I realized that it was growing followers.  And you know what, some started speculating that Alexandra was real.  That the book that I wrote a few years back was about this one real woman.  So before it got carried away, one day I just tweeted in my personal account @ikanatassa that now they can follow @alexandrarheaw as the spin-off of Divortiare.  Well, whaddayaknow, at the time I wrote this, the @alexandrarheaw got some twelve-hundreds followers.  Which for me, is kinda … wow.

What’s more wow, though, is how the followers - in this case, my readers - react to the tweets.  They ask questions, they comment, they express their emotions towards some of the things that I tweeted as if this Alexandra character is a real person, and suddenly I’m in this weird, cosmic, unfathomable interactive relationships with the followers.  Which is totally new for me.  I didn’t even know that their comments and questions could actually lead me to making up stories as we go.  At one point, I think I got really really creative that I said to myself ‘I can’t believe I’m tweeting this shit but it’s fun.’  @alexandrarheaw’s tweets, like all Twitter ramblings, are plotless, spontaneous, chaotic, just like how a normal, living person lives his/her life.

What amuses me more is that some followers actually took the liberty of creating their own spin-off Twitter account.  Before I know it, now the husband is tweeting, the best friend is tweeting, hell even the housemaid of the character is tweeting.  Which I found hilarious.  And I don’t mind, really, hey if one Twitter account that I started could ignite others to explore their own creativity, why not?

I personally don’t know if this is going to be a trend now or in the future.  You know, the whole an author tweeting his/her story instead of writing it in a book.  A couple of other people have done something called ‘twitterature’ - a smart amalgamation of ‘twitter’ and ‘literature’, don’t you think?  In it, these two guys, Achman and Rensin,  wrote humorous reworkings of literary classics for the twenty-first-century intellect, in digestible portions of 20 tweets or fewer.  I bought and read the book, and I must say, I quite enjoy how Hamlet was tweeting, Harry Potter was tweeting, Anna Karenina was tweeting, and a whole bunch more.

And didn’t ‘Shit My Dad Says’ start from @shitmydadsays?

And then there’s this article in Time magazine - ‘Twitter Lit: A New Creative Outlet’ - in which they explained how writers are shaping their work to exploit technology.  Which is actually kinda true.  Authors used to write on stones, leaves, paper, and now we’re writing on our laptops and iPads.

Twitter is often blamed as the primary cause why writers can’t write.  I’m just trying to prove the opposite, and have fun doing it.  

PS: Here’s Twivortiare release schedule > pre-sale via Twitter/online ended January 27th 2012. Regular online sales will start February 14th 2012 (just e-mail your name + shipping address + how many copies now to reserve your copy to twivortiare@gmail.com). Book store release is scheduled on May 2012.



any coward’s easiest way out - a deleted scene from Antologi Rasa

“Oh, crap.”

“Yeah, oh crap indeed!” seruku.

Dinda menatapku bengong.  “Sumpah, gue nggak nyangka loh, Key.  I didn’t see this coming.”

“Lo kirain gue nyangka?” seruku.  “Sebenarnya sih gue udah mulai nggak suka ya, Din, pas si Panji itu main ngomong ‘titip jagain’ gue ke lo, waktu kita ke Philipines itu.  Tapi waktu itu gue mikirnya ya sudahlah, mungkin dia cuma mau nunjukin ke lo kalau dia nggak cuma main-mainin gue doang, image building-nya dia ke elo lah, Din, secara elo itu sahabat gue.”

“Buset, image building, ngomongnya udah kayak campaign manager aja lo.”

“Ya lo ngerti kan maksud gue.  Tapi this ‘I think I love you’ shit?  Yang bener aja!”

Sudah tiga hari sejak malam Emilie aku dan Panji, dan baru hari ini aku berhasil menculik si Dinda yang super sibuk – akhirnya dia nggak cuma makan gaji buta di kantor - untuk cerita langsung tentang adik iparnya itu.  Satu jam lunch di Luna Negra di gedung kantor Dinda siang ini lebih banyak diisi dengan seruan aku dan dia bersahut-sahutan daripada menghabiskan udang telur asin dan angus beef di depan kami.

“Terus lo jawab apa, nyet?” Dinda menatapku.

Gimana coba menjawab laki-laki yang tadinya hanya buat main-main saja tiba-tiba ngomong ‘I think I love you’?  Aku hanya ingat bahwa di tengah rasa kaget dan masih sedikit tipsy,  aku menelan ludah sekali, berpikir cepat, dan akhirnya berkata sok tenang dengan suara selembut mungkin, “Now, babe, that’s the alcohol talking.”  Merayu-rayu dia sedikit mengalihkan dari lima kata bangsat itu, termasuk one or two dirty talks, sebelum akhirnya waktunya pas untuk aku ngomong,  Babe, aku udah ngantuk banget nih.  Kamu juga harus istirahat tuh.”

Tepuk tangan buat Panji Wardhana yang telah sukses membuat aku terjaga sampai jam tiga pagi hanya untuk memikirkan bagaimana menghapus ucapannya itu dari sejarah percakapan kami.   Setelah dua ribu tiga ratus tujuh puluh sembilan domba yang meloncati pagar di dalam kepalaku.

Why the fuck did you have to ruin this, man? 

Dinda terdiam sesaat setelah mendengarkan penjelasanku tentang bagaimana aku mengakhiri percakapan malam itu menggunakan satu-satunya cara yang aku tahu: dengan mengabaikan apa yang sebenarnya sedang Panji ucapkan.  Any coward’s easiest way out.

“Lo udah ngobrol atau ketemu lagi dengan Panji setelah itu?”

Aku menggeleng.

“Udah tahu mau ngomong apa seandainya nanti dia ngomong itu lagi ke lo?”

Bahkan akan lebih mudah bagiku untuk mencari jawaban apa sebenarnya makna tulisan Salman Rushdie di The Satanic Verses daripada bagaimana menjawab Panji kalau dia menyatakan lima – atau lebih buruk lagi – tiga kata itu.

Aku menghabiskan sisa-sisa air di gelasku yang berisi Equil mencoba mendinginkan tenggorokanku yang terasa kering.  How do you say parched in Indonesian?  Aku kira ini dulu klise yang hanya aku baca di buku atau lihat di film, tapi ternyata benar bahwa tenggorokan manusia cenderung untuk terasa tercekat di saat sedang galau memikirkan sesuatu, seperti aku sekarang.

“I’ll think of something,” kataku mencoba membungkam Dinda dari mengorek lebih jauh lagi, like I know she usually will.  Tapi entah kenapa siang ini Dinda cuma menatap mataku tiga detik, tidak berkata apa-apa, kemudian mengangkat bahunya dan memanggil pelayan untuk memesan dessert. 

Aku kira tadinya aku akan merasa lega bahwa sahabatku ini tidak memperpanjang pembahasan ini.  Tapi yang ada malah tenggorokanku kembali tercekat karena Dinda diam saja.  Ternyata yang aku butuhkan adalah dia menasihatiku panjang lebar seperti yang biasanya dia lakukan.

Dinda menyadari aku sedang menatapnya menunggu dia mengucapkan sesuatu.  “Kenapa?” ujarnya.

“Elo nggak mau ngomong sesuatu tentang ini?  Merepeti gue?  Ngasih gue analogi-analogi aneh seperti kebahagiaan buat anjing atau semacamnya?”

Dia malah tertawa.

“Kok ketawa?”

I’m done, Key,” katanya tersenyum.

“Maksud lo?”

“Maksud gue,” dia menyodorkan sisa isi botol Equil-nya untuk mengisi gelasku, “semua nasihat yang ada di kepala gue ini sudah habis.  Semuanya sudah gue omongin ke lo.  Kapasitas kepala gue juga nggak besar-besar banget kan?”

Dan dua detik kemudian, Dinda akhirnya mengatakan yang paling aku takutkan.

“Udah saatnya untuk lo berhenti cari alibi dari nasihat-nasihat gue, Key.  Udah saatnya buat lo mengambil keputusan berdasarkan kebenaran yang ada di dalam kepala lo.  Lo udah tahu itu sejak lama sebenarnya tapi lo belum berani aja untuk mengikutin kata hati yang itu.”


Whenever I need inspiration, I walk over to my bookshelf, pluck a book, open it up, and sniff the pages. It’s amazing how well that works.
hello. i've read your book the "antologi rasa". and it's funny to know that i like the way you define Keara, i found that she's much like you thou'. the thing is, you did a very awesome thing when you describe that girl, frankly she looks like me too. somebody finally define me, put my characteristic into some kind of paragraphs so that i can just show your book to let people understand me as well. yes i may not know you but it's cool thou', thanks. i'll be waiting for your next book :) — Asked by ayilai

There’s a lil bit of Keara in every woman.  The fact that she’s smart yet she’s confused sometimes, or the fact that she knows what she wants but she simply doesn’t know how to get there, and the way her heart and her mind are colliding into each other when making decisions. I always try to write characters that are not fake - and as close to reality as I could - in every book that I wrote and will write. Thank you for enjoying my books.

from the followers who witnessed the birth of Twivortiare

RT @mya_ramayanti: Divortiare punya daya hisap luar biasa. Dan akun sebelah obat paling mujarab untuk rasa penasaran akan ending-nya.

RT @sellyzevania: I love Alex and Beno, their love-hate relationship, how they can be whom they really are, how marriage is not as smooth as in the TV show, and how love did conquer all. Finger cross, mereka nggak cerai lagi! :)

RT @iiphche: Baca TL @alexandrarheaw berasa baca cuplikan kisah someone yg bener-bener ada & selalu nagih ngikutinnya. Terlebih dia juga balas-balas mention.

RT @meiisme: Akun @alexandrarhea2 itu feels so real, like I know Alex, Beno, Wina, Mbok in person.  Bahkan sampai naksir Beno ​”̮ нiнiнi “̮

RT @laxxmita: Twivortiare bikin gue percaya kalau mereka real & sampai gue cari itu nama Dokter Beno di web-web RS haha. Dan selalu bikin gue kepo tingkat durjana!

RT @sibocil: Having so much fun with @alexandrarheaw twit just like real story. Very entertaining. Kadang buat ketawa, sedih, gregetan & penasaran.

RT @beccalovesgreen: They’re both so adorable even when they fight,cant stop reading about them,I always scroll to the bottom to pick up where i left

RT @iMutiara: @ikanatassa Mrs Beno Wicaksono’s tweets somehow feel real & honest, shows us about the up(s) & down(s) in marriage life & how she handle it.

RT @asrimayasari: Having @alexandrarheaw in my TL everyday is like reading someone’s life diary but never get bored & annoyed and…I love Beno :p

RT @_hida_: Alexandra & Beno itu bikin gemes. Yang satu terlalu lempeng, yang satu ribut mulu karena kelempengan pasangannya.. Tapi ya gitu saling cinta juga.. :)))

RT @olalalia: Gue tau itu novel, tapi gue merasa itu real.  Menghidupkan sosok fiksi ke Twitter, membuat kita merasa dia nyata dan ada di dekat kita.

RT @irmainar: Follow @alexandrarheaw pas masih 60an follower-nya, saya mikir itu beneran nyata. I love the way you create a character, Mbak Ika :)

RT @chubbycheek: Follow Alex + Beno’s life, selalu bikin penasaran, mulai dari happy, kesel, gregetan karena sikap mereka berdua, they look like real not just a fiction.

RT @tiasanisundari: Karena pikiran-pikiran Alex itu bisa bikin mikir, especially when Alex and Beno face daily problems like any couples would have. Feels real.

RT @virhaaan: Gw follow @alexandrarheaw karena gue suka banget tokoh Alex dibuat as real as possible! Dengan karakter wanita ceplas ceplos tapi buat ketawa & greget.

RT @uchyggreany: Follow @alexandrarheaw bener-bener ngebuat imajinasi kita tentang Divortiare lengkap dan seakan-akan berada di dlm real life bersama mereka

RT @indahchana: Bikin geregetan! Jadi ikut larut sama emosinya. Its so real. Aku juga merasa jadi temennya, meski cuma temen fiksi. :p

RT @BiancaSyafina: Hadirnya Twitter @alexandrarheaw itu ibarat bertemu sahabat cewek baru yang smart, funny, dan punya banyak cerita seru.

RT @rsgabrielle: Because she seems real and like any other woman, her life is full with ups and downs which makes us curious.

RT @riantikarafni: Selalu penasaran nunggu update tweet-nya. Kreatif banget! Lebih seru karena seperti nyata dan kita bisa interaksi langsung sama si tokoh :D

 

January 2012. What started as an iseng project is now a book like you’ve never read before.

January 2012. What started as an iseng project is now a book like you’ve never read before.

a letter from the writer of ‘Rumah’

Dengan ini saya menyatakan bahwa Cerpen berjudul “Rumah” yang dimuat di Majalah Femina edisi F51/2011 edar : 29 Desember 2011 adalah benar karya yang sangat mirip dengan cerita pada novel Divortiare karya Ika Natassa, terbitan Gramedia Pustaka Utama (Juni 2008) khususnya di halaman 145 - 152.
Berdasarkan pembicaraan saya dengan Saudari Asteria Elanda (Redaktur Pelaksana Feature Femina) via telepon pada Senin, 2 Januari 2012 pukul 16.30, pada intinya saya mengakui kekeliruan yang terjadi dan hal itu merupakan tindakan pribadi yang kurang dipahami akibatnya. Dalam hal ini saya sangat menyesalkan tindakan saya dan memohon maaf sebesar-besarnya atas tindakan saya dan dampaknya pada Mbak Ika Natassa Majalah Femina. Saya sangat beritikad baik dengan keterbatasan kapasitas saya bahwa tindakan plagiat ini dengan alasan apapun tidak dapat dibenarkan dan saya amat berkenan untuk menyatakan permintaan maaf kepada semua pihak yang berkepentingan dan pihak yang dirugikan untuk meluruskan hal ini.
Namun, dengan segala kerendahan hati, saya memohon Mbak Ika Natassa berkenan berbaik hati agar permasalahan dapat diselesaikan secara kekeluargaan dan tidak berlanjut ke ranah hukum. Karena sungguh, saya tidak memiliki kapasitas secara moril maupun materiil untuk berhadapan dengan hukum.
Saya tak ubahnya dengan banyak perempuan lain yang merupakan penggemar berat Mbak Ika Natassa dan karya-karyanya; khususnya Divortiare yang saya baca puluhan kali dan saya begitu hafal halaman demi halaman. Saya pun tak ubahnya banyak orang yang sangat senang membaca dan suatu hari dapat berharap menjadi penulis. Tapi tentu tindakan saya memplagiasi karya Mbak Ika Natassa bahkan mengirimkannya kepada Majalah Femina adalah tindakan sembrono yang tidak saya pahami dengan baik akibatnya kepada diri saya sendiri, pihak Majalah Femina, maupun Mbak Ika Natassa sendiri.
Sekali lagi saya memohon maaf atas tindakan saya yang telah merugikan banyak pihak khususnya Mbak Ika Natassa. Tentu saya mengambil banyak hikmah dan pelajaran atas tindakan saya ini bahwa sebagian orang termasuk saya memang terlahir untuk menjadi pembaca dan bukan penulis. Atas perkenan untuk memaafkan dan menyikapi permasalahan ini dengan segala kebaikan hati, saya ucapkan banyak terima kasih.

Hormat Saya,
(Ana Westy)

tell me if this is plagiarism or not

Pada majalah Femina edisi No. 51 Tgl. 31 Desember 2011 – 6 Januari 2012 halaman 122 s.d 124 dimuat cerita pendek berjudul ‘Rumah’ yang ditulis oleh Anawesti Martiani.  Melalui mention beberapa follower di akun Twitter gue @ikanatassa, mereka menyampaikan bahwa cerpen tersebut sangat mirip dengan Divortiare, sehingga pada tanggal 31 Desember 2011 gue memutuskan untuk membeli majalah Femina edisi tersebut dan membandingkan sendiri.  And damn, the resemblance is uncanny!

Kesamaan cerita itu khususnya terdapat di halaman 145 s.d 152 novel Divortiare, highlights are as follows:

  • Di Divortiare, tokoh utama Alexandra Rhea Wicaksono menikah dengan dokter jantung bernama Beno Wicaksono, dan mereka bercerai karena kesibukan masing-masing.  Di adegan halaman 145 s.d 152 tersebut, Alexandra bertemu dengan Beno di rumah mereka yang akan dijual.  Adegan ini mirip dengan cerpen ‘Rumah’ di mana tokoh utamanya Thea juga bertemu dengan mantan suaminya Tommy untuk menjual rumah.
  • Di Divortiare, Alexandra kaget saat melihat bahwa mantan suaminya Beno ternyata menempati rumah itu.  Hal ini juga sama dengan Thea yang juga kaget saat mengetahui bahwa mantan suaminya Tommy juga menempati rumah mereka.  Adegan saat Alexandra kaget melihat barang-barang Beno masih ada di rumah itu hampir sama persis dengan kekagetan Thea saat juga melihat barang-barang suaminya.
  • Di Divortiare, Alexandra masih berhubungan dengan mantan suaminya Beno karena Beno tetap ia butuhkan sebagai dokter.  Kasus yang sama juga terjadi antara Thea dan Tommy di cerpen tersebut.
  • Di Divortiare, Alexandra marah kepada Beno yang memiliki kebiasaan buruk makan mie instan saat ia menemukan mie instan cup di rumah tersebut, khususnya karena Beno adalah dokter and he should know better.  Di cerpen ‘Rumah’, Thea marah kepada Tommy saat menemukan puntung rokok.  The general idea of the scene is very similar, hanya menggantikan objek kemarahan dari mie instan menjadi rokok.
  • Di Divortiare, saat pertemuan di rumah itu, Beno bercerita bahwa dia sedang menginap di rumah itu karena butuh waktu tenang untuk berpikir selama mempersiapkan diri untuk operasi pemisahan kembar siam.  Di cerpen ‘Rumah’, Tommy juga bercerita tentang persiapannya untuk operasi caesar.
  • Di Divortiare halaman 60 paragraf 3, ada monolog Alexandra (karena penceritaan di novel ini dari sudut pandang orang pertama) yaitu: ‘Marriage counsellor kami – yes, we went to one – pernah bilang ketika salah seorang mulai menarik diri, seharusnya pasangannya mengalah, meraih pasangannya supaya ia tidak menarik diri lebih jauh lagi.’  Di cerpen ‘Rumah’, terdapat dialog Tommy yang mirip yaitu: ‘Harus ada satu orang yang berperan untuk mengalah dan menarik pasangannya setiap kali pasangannya menjauh.’

 Now tell me, is that plagiarism or not?


Travel is the simple chance of reinventing ourselves at new places where we are nobody but a stranger.  
Travel is the discovery of what and who we miss the most.  
Travel is the same pair of jeans for a week and different experiences every day.
Travel is finding new things and new people to miss.
Travel is discovering the part of yourself that you never knew existed before.
Travel is that one song in your iPod that will forever remind you of that one sexy afternoon somewhere.
Travel is the discovery of who misses us the most.
Travel is answering the question ‘business or pleasure’ without blinking.
Travel is deciding who will be the last call before you take off and the first call after you landed.
Travel is a test of your physical and emotional tolerance.
Travel is a one hour conversation that could lead to a lifelong friendship.
Travel is that one boarding pass you keep in your wallet to remind yourself one day when you’re gray and old that you were once cool.
Travel is waking up in a strange bed and feeling home and waking up in your own bed one day and feeling like a stranger.
It’s learning not to take every second for granted.
Travel is learning that the journey is as memorable as the destination.
Travel is discovering that random act of kindness does exist.
Travel is learning to communicate with just a smile.
Travel is not wanting to sleep because for once reality is more interesting than your dream.
Travel is not being afraid to fall in love with a complete stranger.
Travel is where broken English is welcomed with a wide smile instead of greeted by a grammar nazi.
Travel is where people that you talk to really try to understand what you’re trying to say.
Travel is finding out more reasons to write. And more reasons to live.
Travel, sometimes, is the rediscovery of our nationalism.
Travel is that one stranger across the street you will always wonder if he/she is your soul mate.
Travel is wearing those clothes you couldn’t wear back home.
Travel is realizing the things you cannot live without.
Travel is realizing that maybe you know nothing.
Travel is wearing a stranger’s jacket and feeling home.
Travel is meeting you.

Travel is the simple chance of reinventing ourselves at new places where we are nobody but a stranger. 

Travel is the discovery of what and who we miss the most. 

Travel is the same pair of jeans for a week and different experiences every day.

Travel is finding new things and new people to miss.

Travel is discovering the part of yourself that you never knew existed before.

Travel is that one song in your iPod that will forever remind you of that one sexy afternoon somewhere.

Travel is the discovery of who misses us the most.

Travel is answering the question ‘business or pleasure’ without blinking.

Travel is deciding who will be the last call before you take off and the first call after you landed.

Travel is a test of your physical and emotional tolerance.

Travel is a one hour conversation that could lead to a lifelong friendship.

Travel is that one boarding pass you keep in your wallet to remind yourself one day when you’re gray and old that you were once cool.

Travel is waking up in a strange bed and feeling home and waking up in your own bed one day and feeling like a stranger.

It’s learning not to take every second for granted.

Travel is learning that the journey is as memorable as the destination.

Travel is discovering that random act of kindness does exist.

Travel is learning to communicate with just a smile.

Travel is not wanting to sleep because for once reality is more interesting than your dream.

Travel is not being afraid to fall in love with a complete stranger.

Travel is where broken English is welcomed with a wide smile instead of greeted by a grammar nazi.

Travel is where people that you talk to really try to understand what you’re trying to say.

Travel is finding out more reasons to write. And more reasons to live.

Travel, sometimes, is the rediscovery of our nationalism.

Travel is that one stranger across the street you will always wonder if he/she is your soul mate.

Travel is wearing those clothes you couldn’t wear back home.

Travel is realizing the things you cannot live without.

Travel is realizing that maybe you know nothing.

Travel is wearing a stranger’s jacket and feeling home.

Travel is meeting you.

Travel is the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country.
If travel teaches us how to see, how come every time all I see is you?
Keara on Antologi Rasa
Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people.
Traveling is a good way to get a second opinion on everything.

John Mayer on ONE FORTY PLUS

 

hannahalrashid:

Indonesian Animation. It’s the first I’ve seen! Intrigued and pleasantly surprised. I’m in love with the old man hehe