Sambel Hejo Sambel Dadak, Tebet – Bukber 2018
Last night was probably the happiest I’ve been in the past few months.
These are my friends. Mine, and mine only. It’s truly amazing that I feel most like myself around them even when we barely keep up with each other’s lives. I guess some people make you feel like that; like your friendship never falls out, like there was no time lost between then and now, like you’ve been forever friends. After eight years, only good memories remain.
And so I feel obligated to write this so as to not forget.
Here’s to the past years and the years to come.
To explain my previous post: I wrote their names (above) on an insomniac night.
Leonardo Di Caprio and Kate Winslet are famous for their best-friendship. While I love them both just as they are, the reason I’m obsessed with them lately is the fact that I recently found the best friend I treasure so much, with whom I hope a best-friendship like theirs could be maintained. We’ve been through a lot – seven years (going on eight) of ups and downs, proximity and distance, intense changes and instant bonding, feelings coming and going, love rediscovered and refocused.
Whenever I see pictures of Leo & Kate, it’s almost as if I can see how much they care for each other. I can feel it. That’s why they are so important. I really hope we continue to care for each other that much and that long.
Okay, this post is very childish and he would be
disgusted overwhelmed with love if he read it… but oh well. I can’t stop gushing about this.
Here’s to the years to come!
Today I had the pleasure to participate in an impromptu discussion with a friend. It touched the subject of religion – something that has been bothering my mind these past months. I did not know exactly when it started, but I guess the topic of religion has long found a home in the depth of my mind – only surfaced for a brief moment at random times.
A joyful thing happened to me today!
I found a recording that I thought I had lost!
I have always loved singing – mostly just for fun – but this one is very special. I sang the song for a friend’s wedding, and this recording was a part of weeks of practice. But more than that, I hold this recording dear to my heart because it involved two of my favorite people: the one for whom I sang and the one with whom I practiced.
In an attempt to cherish the memories and moments we shared (and because I obviously do not want to lose the recording), I put it (in the facade of an amateurish video – hey thanks, VivaVideo!) up on YouTube.
Click here if you want to listen and brave the consequences.
August is finally coming!
Summer is coming to an end, but my birthday hype is just getting started!
They say 25 is the doomed period for some – heck, it even has its crisis: quarter-life crisis, so it’s called – so I want to start my 25th year of breathing our Mother Earth’s air (despite however polluted and horrid) by doing something special: writing a Quran verse each day for the whole month and how it can be applied to my life or whatever problem I will be dealing with.
I’m not exactly religious and I usually can’t see a project through so this would be a great challenge for this non-committed, self-proclaimed free spirit. A great, great challenge.
Let’s see if I can finally commit to one routine (for a month! Shame if you can’t, Mela).
Bear with me!
“I love you,” I heard that voice said.
Always at the most unexpected moments: on my way home, in my bedroom, during a trip, when I am working, on a random street, in the middle of the night, when I look at the sky and think of beautiful things. Just for a split second, “I love you.”
But do not misunderstand.
The Love is neither obsessive nor possessive. It does not want and does not claim although it can be quite overwhelming. After all, the Love floods the Heart with suffocating emotions.
Both everlasting and ephemeral, the Love transcends time. In that split second, the Love stands for what has been and what could be – encased in a transitory episode.
The Love speaks of friendship and brotherhood and sisterhood. It speaks of mentor and pupil. Of parental figure. Of guidance. It speaks of Love in its sincerest sense. It is present through and through.
Nay, this is not a confession.
This is an acknowledgment of what I can no longer deny. An acknowledgment of what I can no longer pretend to be a romantic fantasy.
The Love is now our bond, along with enough trust and understanding. Sometimes, with boundaries and distance,
like the spaces between words and the five-paragraph rule of an essay.
We were friends and then we were not. And then we were friends again, but this time I started to like you. And then we were some sort of enemies and some sort of close friends. And then we started over. And now we really are close friends with a lot has gone through. And all the way, I have loved you. More and more.
And you are my heaven and earth.
Alasan tag semua post yang berkaitan dengan dia adalah “tenchi” merupakan post ini. Saat itu sepertinya saya baru bertengkar hebat dengan dia, kemudian saya malah merasa lebih dekat dengannya. Hal tersebut dia akui juga: bahwa pertengkaran mendekatkan kami. Mengingat pertengkaran kami biasanya sangat hebat dan melibatkan kekeraskepalaan kami yang luar biasa, dibandingkan “heaven and earth”, dia lebih tepat disebut “heaven and hell”.