Python*

The first time I saw Liam Bourbon, he was breaking my heart. Not in a metaphorical, slow-burn way—but in a literal, game-ending way. A dodgeball to the chest, straight from his wickedly accurate hands.

“Sorry,” he said, jogging over, all messy curls and unfairly perfect dimples. “Didn’t mean to take you out.”

I was still on the floor, gasping. From the impact. Definitely not from the way his hand brushed mine.

“You’re a menace,” I muttered.

*a song by GOT7 that inspires this piece. The lyric goes: shot through the chest I was falling for the shooter.

Surga dengan Harga Tertera

Jika mereka bisa membeli surga,

maka tidak akan ada lagi dinding yang membatasi kesemena-menaan mereka.

Mereka akan mencabut pagar-pagar kematian,

dan menanam koin emas di lubang-lubang pengakuan dosa.

Di meja makan mereka, kemiskinan disajikan seperti lauk dingin,

sementara kesedihan digulung dalam roti mewah yang tidak pernah basi.

Sebab, bagi mereka, manusia hanyalah angka dalam laporan laba,

dan ampunan adalah diskon besar yang datang setiap hari raya.

Aku melihat cara mereka mencetak Tuhan dari mesin uang,

membasuh rasa bersalah dengan derma berbau kemegahan.

Mereka pikir langit bisa disuap dengan pilar-pilar marmer,

dan bahwa air mata orang kecil hanyalah selokan yang harus dikeringkan.

Tetapi, apa yang abadi dari keangkuhan?

Saat tubuh mereka rapuh, tak ada kuitansi yang bisa menukar waktu.

My Name

 

I have very mixed feelings about my name. For starters, I hate my first name. My parents thought it was unique, but honestly? It’s just... weird. Sure, I’ve rarely met anyone with the same name, but wow, did I get teased for it as a kid. It sounds like a boy’s name. Plus, in English, it can mean something totally bizarre. I get that my parents had beautiful dua when they chose it—but yeah, sorry, I still hate it.

Now, my second name? Obsessed. It’s genuinely pretty. My parents weren’t wrong about it being unique—I've never met another person with the same name. Plus, it gives off major main-character energy. If you’ve never met me, I bet you could already picture my whole vibe just from hearing it.

It’s Qintha. With a Q. 😎 Because I was destined to be a little extra from birth.

So, here I am—stuck with a name combo that’s half cringe, half iconic. I guess it’s kind of poetic. Like, my first name reminds me to stay humble, and my second name lets me walk into a room with an anti-mainstream / quirky / still girlish vibe.

Then again, names don’t define you. You define them. 

(Writer's note: Sorry to start the year with such random post)