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Showing posts with label Dedicated to Gifted Hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dedicated to Gifted Hands. Show all posts
Buat saya, sesungguhnya air mata yang jatuh saat seseorang meninggalkan kefanaan, itu bukan buat yang pergi, melainkan buat saya, yang ditinggal.
Ditinggal itu menyakitkan. Apalagi menuju kekekalan. Dimana katanya tak ada lagi luka hanya suka.
Tapi, semua di kolong langit ada masanya, bukan? Saat ini giliran yang bernyawa yang menangis. Nanti bila jantung tak berdetak... ya, itu perjanjian waktu dengan Sang Empunya.
Munafik bila saya bilang saya tidak ingin ada yang menangis ketika saya harus angkat kaki.
Lantas apa? Entahlah.
Yang penting, saya hidupi badan dan jiwa ini. Selagi bisa.
Sincere greetings spread warmth to stubborn heart. With no hestitation, I said that it's all good on me. Heeh, it went wrong. Wrong. Then thank you, for waking me up from long, ironic dream. For showing me that I am... I am not that well.
Hey, dreaming of tomorrow only brings uncertainty. Though, it's not serendipity either. But I promise thee; this sketched picture of us will be hung on the star-sprayed corner.
Thank you, for the light bulb.
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I'm currently in love with watercolor art. It's exquisite and unique.
The picture above is one of Leonid Afremov's paintings.
He has signature style which differentiates him from other artists.
Visit his deviantArt gallery http://leonidafremov.deviantart.com/gallery/
And also Victor Martinez whose web is attractive. http://www.victormartinez.com/
Oh, someone paint me in watercolor pleaseeee
Kalau saya boleh memilih, saya tentu akan lebih suka menjelajah Jakarta dengan mobil pribadi. Alasannya klise : nyaman, sejuk, damai, dan aman. Terlebih suasana dan cuaca Jakarta begitu keras. Tapi setiap perjalanan dengan kendaraan umum selalu membawa cerita berbeda. Selalu ada hal yang baru tiap hari, entah supir baru atau kenek baru, penumpangnya, suasananya. Wajarlah ya, namanya juga fasilitas umum.
Selama kurang lebih enam tahun, saya berkutat dengan puluhan penumpang lain yang menumpang hidup pada bis yang sama, ratusan orang lain yang berdesakan di kereta yang sama, dan beberapa manusia lain yang duduk menerawang keluar sementara angkot yang kami tumpangi terus melaju menembus hujan.
Semestinya bukan menjadi suatu rekreasi ketika harus berdiri di bis yang penuh sesak atau kereta yang terlalu penuh hingga bernapas saja sulit. Tapi, entahlah, setiap perjalanan selalu memberikan inspirasi di balik cerita dan tingkah laku pemerannya. Tiap orang dengan latar belakang yang berbeda namun menggantung hidup pada satu supir atau masinis yang sama. It inspires me in such weird way.
Kadang rekreasi itu bertambah ketika pengamen jalanan mulai memetik gitar, membersihkan pita suara dan bernyanyi. Jangan tanya kualitas mereka. Tidak sedikit yang berbakat, bahkan piawai menggesek biola atau meniup harmonika. Ada yang menyanyikan tembang lawas dengan suara dibuat-buat mirip Ebiet G. Ade. Lainnya menyanyikan berbagai genre musik masa kini. Mulai dari brit pop hingga pop melayu. Dari Nidji hingga Kangen Band.
Lucunya, saya tidak bisa semena-mena menyuruh mereka berhenti bersenandung. Saya tidak bisa seenaknya bertindak. Mau tidak mau saya harus mendengar suara fals mereka tidak peduli betapa buruknya suasana hati saya hari itu. Mau tidak mau saya harus menahan kantuk karena takut tersesat. Mau tidak mau saya harus bertoleransi dengan penumpang lain dan kegiatan mereka. Entah ibu-ibu baru pulang dari pasar dan tidur sembarangan atau mbak-mbak ABG yang curhat dengan temannya tentang pacarnya yang selingkuh.
Semua itu hanya segaris cerita tentang jalanan. Buat saya, jalanan seperti miniatur. Miniatur kerasnya hidup di ibukota Jakarta. Saya tidak memungkiri betapa saya ingin berjuang agar tidak selamanya menumpang fasilitas umum. Saya juga tidak menolak kalau orang tua saya meminjamkan kunci mobil untuk saya. Namun, saya tahu bahwa saya akan rindu dan kehilangan sesuatu. Ya, jalanan dan dinamikanya...
Semestinya bukan menjadi suatu rekreasi ketika harus berdiri di bis yang penuh sesak atau kereta yang terlalu penuh hingga bernapas saja sulit. Tapi, entahlah, setiap perjalanan selalu memberikan inspirasi di balik cerita dan tingkah laku pemerannya. Tiap orang dengan latar belakang yang berbeda namun menggantung hidup pada satu supir atau masinis yang sama. It inspires me in such weird way.
Kadang rekreasi itu bertambah ketika pengamen jalanan mulai memetik gitar, membersihkan pita suara dan bernyanyi. Jangan tanya kualitas mereka. Tidak sedikit yang berbakat, bahkan piawai menggesek biola atau meniup harmonika. Ada yang menyanyikan tembang lawas dengan suara dibuat-buat mirip Ebiet G. Ade. Lainnya menyanyikan berbagai genre musik masa kini. Mulai dari brit pop hingga pop melayu. Dari Nidji hingga Kangen Band.
Lucunya, saya tidak bisa semena-mena menyuruh mereka berhenti bersenandung. Saya tidak bisa seenaknya bertindak. Mau tidak mau saya harus mendengar suara fals mereka tidak peduli betapa buruknya suasana hati saya hari itu. Mau tidak mau saya harus menahan kantuk karena takut tersesat. Mau tidak mau saya harus bertoleransi dengan penumpang lain dan kegiatan mereka. Entah ibu-ibu baru pulang dari pasar dan tidur sembarangan atau mbak-mbak ABG yang curhat dengan temannya tentang pacarnya yang selingkuh.
Semua itu hanya segaris cerita tentang jalanan. Buat saya, jalanan seperti miniatur. Miniatur kerasnya hidup di ibukota Jakarta. Saya tidak memungkiri betapa saya ingin berjuang agar tidak selamanya menumpang fasilitas umum. Saya juga tidak menolak kalau orang tua saya meminjamkan kunci mobil untuk saya. Namun, saya tahu bahwa saya akan rindu dan kehilangan sesuatu. Ya, jalanan dan dinamikanya...
I witness how easy to laugh, to be blithe
I see how lively the whole world going
But please, don't doubt my experiences in grappling with problems
I once was beaten
But then I woke up one day smiling and feeling grateful for the most modest grace
That's the day I won
I'm a survivor
I wanna live it, fully
Yes, I wanna give the best of me
One day we're gonna live in Paris
I promise, I'm on it
When I'm bringing in the money
I promise, I'm on it
I'm gonna take you out to club showcase
We're gonna live it up
I promise
Just hold on a little more
And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
One day we're gonna live in Paris
I promise, I'm on it
I'll find you that French boy
You'll find me that French girl
I promise, I'm on it
So go and pack your bags for the long haul
We're gonna lose ourselves
I promise
This time it's you and me for evermore
And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
I promise, I'm on it
When I'm bringing in the money
I promise, I'm on it
I'm gonna take you out to club showcase
We're gonna live it up
I promise
Just hold on a little more
And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
One day we're gonna live in Paris
I promise, I'm on it
I'll find you that French boy
You'll find me that French girl
I promise, I'm on it
So go and pack your bags for the long haul
We're gonna lose ourselves
I promise
This time it's you and me for evermore
And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They'll be out for us, they'll be out for us
Paris-Friendly Fires
I was having writer's block when this blog's statistics went down last week. Thanks to my Dorian who gave me such illuminating idea about growing up stuffs. So, here I am, sharing my opinions about it.
I used to think that maturity is something which comes along with the increasing number of candles you blow every year on your birthday. I used to expect that people older than me could understand my (childish) behavior. I used to wish that elderly buddies could give wise advices on matters I faced.
But then, these things happened : I witnessed people, who has more then 20 candles on their next birthday, crying over something they should had forgotten, I listened to same old love story from elderly friends who kept falling into the same hole, and I watched my Dorian fooling his friends around with such funny-yet-improper hoaxes that are normally thrown by a five-years-old kid.
Oppositely, my so-called friend who was an early teen gave me a comforting counsel when I was so terribly sad and confused and I knew some younger acquaintances who suddenly acted maturely and saved my day.
I was shocked at first to recognize the childish side of adult and was also mesmerized by the maturity of some young people.
I, then, looked at myself. My 17th birthday was about 3 months ago and I don't even think that I've grown up so well. I had been spending my time being a kid for about 16 years and couple of months. I said that I was mature enough to have boyfriend when my mom asked me to consider my relationship. I said that I was mature enough to choose on universities (which really is not me) I would take when my family asked me to consider the options. I said that I was mature enough to do this and that, realizing that my age was called appropriate to do this that and bla bla.
Frankly, I was not that mature.
Maturity isn't something which comes along with the increasing age. When you grow older, you're, honestly, expected to grow up, to grow wiser, to grow better. It's something that should be earned, should be achieved as you'll face bigger challenges. Sometimes, the childish side of an adult comes up, and it really is okay, normal, since we're human. The most important thing is we learn not only how to move the cupboard we couldn't switch when we're kid, but also how to move on with our lives. That's evolving, I guess.
I, then, looked at myself. My 17th birthday was about 3 months ago and I don't even think that I've grown up so well. I had been spending my time being a kid for about 16 years and couple of months. I said that I was mature enough to have boyfriend when my mom asked me to consider my relationship. I said that I was mature enough to choose on universities (which really is not me) I would take when my family asked me to consider the options. I said that I was mature enough to do this and that, realizing that my age was called appropriate to do this that and bla bla.
Frankly, I was not that mature.
Maturity isn't something which comes along with the increasing age. When you grow older, you're, honestly, expected to grow up, to grow wiser, to grow better. It's something that should be earned, should be achieved as you'll face bigger challenges. Sometimes, the childish side of an adult comes up, and it really is okay, normal, since we're human. The most important thing is we learn not only how to move the cupboard we couldn't switch when we're kid, but also how to move on with our lives. That's evolving, I guess.
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