Leaving The Year Behind

 

When I was going through my photographs looking for the right shot for this post, I remembered about a firework picture that I took last night. I thought to myself it would be a perfect shot since I was going to write about the new year. However, I decided to go with these photos instead. I believe all of you are questioning yourselves now. Why did I choose these pictures? They're really simple and quite meaningless. They doesn't even have anything to do with new year. Why?

Because those contain my feelings throughout the year. 

 Because those can bring me back to the days behind.

I still remember how it rained on my way back home after a long tiring day. The lights from other cars were completing the beautiful sight of the glowing roads. I was drawn in the thought of cold drops of water and humid air filling the busy city outside my window. How melancholic I felt, but somehow it comforted me in a way that I couldn't understand. 

I'm leaving 2013 behind with a great memories of rainy days

“She said she wanted to be a raindrop. She doesn’t mind falling, as long as she’s not alone, and raindrops are never alone.”

- “When Five Fell” by Wesley Chan (Wong Fu Productions) -

Soundless

I love the feeling of getting a little bit gloomy on rainy days. I know it's a bit weird, but I admit I kinda like the combination of rain, music, sadness, and warm food or drink. The rain fell today, and I was drowned in my own thoughts about him. That particular guy. I still can hear it clearly, the sound of my guitar merged with the sound of the raindrops touching the roof, and that inexplicable feelings.

I wanna tell him how I feel. I wish I have the courage to speak up. It's not as easy as what Taylor Swift wrote in her songs, not as simple as what we used to see in hollywood movies. It's the reality, it's the fact, it's not a dream. There are so much to be afraid of. His friends, his words, his thoughts, his eyes, his brother, his... I don't know, everything! He might think I'm just an idiotic dreamer, or a rat trying to be a butterfly. Shame on me..

Can he just read my mind? Cause every time I try to speak to him, I can't hear my own voice. Every time our eyes meet, I can't help it but look away... Almost every night I imagine things I wanna say to him the next day and I ended up saying nothing to him.

I should have found the way to tell you how I felt  

Now the one I'm telling is myself

Source: LEIGHTON MEESTER - WORDS I COULDN'T SAY LYRICS

Blurry

Hannah Montana once said, "They say that good things take time, but really great things happen in a blink of an eye" in a song called One In a Million.

Talking about great things, they are so unpredictable, so inexplicable, and so... so unexpected! There's always an I-didn't-know-it-would-turn-out-like-this in every great things. It's like saying, "I never thought this stranger would become one of the most important person in my life now!"

The only thing I hate about great things is most of them end sooner or later. Great things happened so fast that we can barely feel it happening. They seemed so fast, so hard to remember, and in some cases, they became too sad to be remembered. And everything went blurry.

Today's Miracle

Well, I think I should share this experience to all of you guys. I believe it's true that you can find a miracle in every single day of your life. Maybe it's just a tiny little miracle or maybe a big one. Maybe it's not just one, but I believe that there's always one per day. It's just up to you to decide is it a miracle or not. 

Today I met a friend from my junior high, we went to different schools so it's kinda hard to meet each other. Beside, we're not good friends so it doesn't really matter for both of us. But today, unexpectedly, we met in a public transportation. I want to call it a coincidence, but somehow I know it wasn't. I thought we wouldn't talk much, but actually he got so much to talk about and so did I. He's so much nicer than I remembered he was. He's happy with his new school, he's proud of it, and I'm glad to hear it. I didn't have a single thought that I would be so happy to meet him. To be honest, I was smiling all the way home. 

For some people, they maybe think that it's usual, ordinary, nothing special. But for me, every single thing of it is special. So I might say that today's big miracle is to meet him. I know that today's writing isn't related to the picture, but I just feel like writing it. 

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

 (Enchanted-Taylor Swift)

I'm hoping to meet you again someday, expectedly or unexpectedly. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Maybe next week or next month. Next year or next decade. But I have to meet you.

Afternoon Moon

taken from my house :)

I know this is so sad, but I edited this picture. The moon looks so small so yes, I change the moon's size, sorry for letting you down coz I edited it. Well, maybe actually I'm letting myself down for doing it... But anyway, it was at sunset time (I don't even sure that it's still can be called "afternoon", is it still afternoon??), the sun was already coming down at one side of the sky, so it was pretty dark, but the other side, the sky was still bright blue, and you could see the moon there. It was kinda rare.

Anyway, I feel a little bit lonely tonight. I don't know why.

Maybe because today I only received one email :'(

Or maybe just because I'm tired...

I've been working on so many projects these two months, painting, recording a few songs, making comics, etc. And none of them is finished yet. AAAARGH!!! But at least I'm enjoying every single step on doing those projects

I'm now totally loving a Rachael Yamagata's song, Be Be Your Love. It's not the full lyrics but, just check it out

f I could take you away pretend I was queen  

What would you say? Would you think I'm unreal? 

'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel
 

And everybody's talking how I can't, can't be your love 

 But I want, want, want to be your love 

Want to be your love, for real

Want to be your everything

 
Every thing's falling, and I am included in that  

Oh, how I'll try to be just okay? 

Yeah, but all I ever really wanted was a little piece of you

Please, sir, don't you walk away Don't you walk away, don't you walk away Please, sir, don't you walk away Don't you walk away, don't you walk away
 

Got it from MetroLyrics

 

The Sky's Always There

 

Every morning on my way to school, the sky is there

Every afternoon in class, when teachers get so boring, the sky is there

Every sunset, when I watch the tv, the sky is there

and every night, on my sleep, the sky is there

So yes, the sky has been accompanying me for my whole life. But especially these past three years in junior high school. Through the sunny days, the rainy days, cold days, hot days, cloudy days.... It's always there, above me. Although sometimes I forgot about its existence. Weird but true.

On my freshman year, I had a hard time on adapting with my classmates, teachers, lessons, scores, and all. I even got scared to go to school. One day, I looked up to the sky from the car's window and it was so calm, it made me less worried about the rest of the day. And from that day I promised myself every morning I'd see the sky and told myself, "everything's going to be just fine." Well, sometimes it didn't help me but sometimes it did.

Then on my 2nd year, I started to forget about the sky thing and the everything-will-be-okay thing. But still, the sky is there....

Early on June, I photographed this picture, the sky from my school's window. Just another hot blue sky and white soft cloud. It was the school's farewell party, my 3rd year on junior high. The sky is there, on my last days on school....

And I just realize all of that

Freezing Time

Parebut Se'eng: Sundanese martial art, one of the boy has to fight for the se'eng (the thing on the boy's back)

It's so cool how the blurry picture makes the boys look like they're moving fast (well, they are moving fast-but that's not the point). This post's title actually doesn't fit with the photo. I took it with low shutter speed, so it's not really freezing time.... It's more like freezing the action, stopping the movement, or maybe capturing the moment. Yes, capturing the moment.


We all know that we can't go back to the past, but we can always look back. Through photos, stories, books, videos, memories, I don't know. But I want to pick the first way, through photos. A photo is worth a million words! (FYI, I didn't randomly picked up a sentence for my blog's title).


Well anyway I've been thinking maybe this photo is a part of world history. Maybe it's a really really small part of it, but no matter how small it is, it's still a part of it, right? Because a big thing comes from little things (I just made that up)

 I'm so random today :D

A Beam of Light

taken on Vihara Dhanagun, Bogor

I just remembered a few part of Chrisye's song,  Lilin-Lilin Kecil:

"Dan kau lilin-lilin kecil
Sanggupkah kau mengganti
Sanggupkah kau memberi
Seberkas cahaya

Dan kau lilin-lilin kecil
Sanggupkah kau berpijar
Sanggupkah kau menyengat
Seisi dunia"