A conversation with the sun

Went camping at this beautiful pine-forest campsite only an hour away from the city. A perfect weekend getaway, I may say. 

Playing with the bubbles,

... and of course, an obligatory s'mores party on the campfire.

It has been a long time. Had a very interesting conversation with the sun. I nap under the trees. I breathed. I daydreamed.

I had fun.

Til we meet again, Sunshine.


Photo taken: August 9-10, 2014. Taman Wisata Alam Gunung Pancar. 
To listen to: Hello Sunshine - The Riverside 

Forever Before It's Gone

Tuesday has become my most-awaited day of the week for it's my seeing-florist-kind-of day! It is listed in my 2014 resolution that I want to help much more flowers fulfilling their life purpose and it has became a routine for me ever since. You know, some people might say something like 'if you really love a flower, don't pick it up or it will die'. I'm not saying that I am against it but on the contrary to popular belief, I'd do the other way around. I'd say it is okay to pick flowers as long as you appreciate the way they should be appreciated. 

Flower grows, flower blooms, flower, like every single living thing in the universe, eventually dies. And this makes me think that before it dies, why don't I let it fulfills one of its life purposes, adding beauty to its surrounding, bringing a touch of happiness for the eyes that will see them. 

Again, I believe that it is okay to pick flowers, put them nicely in a vase on the table, let them decorate your room, your wall, your house, let them decorate your soul. While some flowers are meant to bring another life unto this world, some, are meant to be happiness bringer. And it's not just for the feast of the eyes. It is way more than that. 

Thus, you can find me every Tuesday morning strolling around the tiny flower shop two blocks away from my office, having conversation with the florist and sometimes the delivery guy, and if I'm really really lucky I could get much more second hand flowers as a bonus. I don't mind though, they're still pretty and it makes me happy to see them bloom for once again in their life. 

If making or seeing another people happy makes you happy, then I believe those flowers feel the same way too, the happiness from letting people happy just to see them. 

Dear Nana: The One with Drizzly Songs and Running-Away Shoe

Dear Nana, 

First thing first, I apologize for the delay. After a long pause I finally managed to organize my thought bit by bit and wrote another letter for you. Thank you for the thumb, it was one beautiful confession you wrote about me. You see, we never had the chance to be that completely honest (and cheesy) whenever we met in person. You are the Joey to my Chandler, I mean, they shared a sweet yet awkward hug when times are rough and I think we, perhaps, have it a bit, the similarity. Yeah, I know it has been far too long, I gotta see you real soon, I hope. I need to see the three of you. *sigh*

While thinking of our times, the past, present, and all possible futures that may or may not happen, I made this playlist I wanted to share with you. It's a mini mixtape of some songs I like a lot, yet actually I'm not really sure that you'll like it as much as I do, but I hope you do, though. I really hope so. 

Some song portrays me a lot, I think I daydreamed too much lately. Lol. I like spending my time alone and thinking about everything, small things in life that somehow been ignored by most people. 

I might as well suggest you to listen to this mixtape while you're in a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch busses. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then perhaps you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.

There goes again, a tiny piece of melancholic wandering mind of me, hahahaha. Well, you knew me.  :)

Anyway, here it is. Have a good time listening, and... until we meet again, soon! 

please do not bother my messy handwriting >.<

Playlist: Drizzle

Mood: warm cup, long breaths, and the journey of wondering

Tracks : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Listen to this playlist on 8tracks here. 

Across The Universe

"We are all made of stardust."  a poetic yet factual sentence that tells the truth. Every element on earth, was created in the heart of some massive stars. Thus makes us, too, a star in each our own wellbeing, alive and breathing. 

I have to admit that I haven't been doing very well lately, yet I managed to survive and that makes me even stronger. I realize that despite the fear and the bruises of life, one has to keep on fighting for one's dream. And one has to understand that being brave is not the absence of fear, but rather the strength to keep on going forward despite the fear. 

I, just like any other, have fears. Aren't we all? Fear of sadness, fear of being forgotten, fear of death, fear of loss. I have fears, to the point that they brought me down before they pushed me back to the surface. 

Things I learned from that experience are to never let my fears control me, to never let them taking over my universe, to never let them decide what kind of life I should live. We decide our own happiness. When we really want something in purpose of happiness and the balance of life, say it, feel it, and let universe makes it happen. It will, surely, happen. Let universe works, let it conspires, let it be, like how it should be. 

Let me tell you a secret: the universe we're living in, is much more amazing than what you think it is :)

words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup // they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe~

se / mes / ta

to listen to: jai guru deva 

Time Travel: Billiton Island

I’m a gonna build myself a time machine // On particle physics and the power of steam // It runs on diesel oil and Donnie Darko daydreams...

Playlist: Save The Whales

Playlist of March 2014: Save The Whales
Mood: Dreaming
Track: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15
Listen to this playlist on 8tracks here.

These songs are basically what I often listen to in these past 2 weeks. I got so many questions inside my head yet I originally am a happy wonderer from the beginning, so yeah. I dream quite a lot, both, day- and nights. And I dream of happy places, most of the times. A peaceful space. I guess that is the reason why I have always wanted to do something that will make this planet a better place. I want to end poverty. I want to end hunger. I want to hug more trees.  I want to save animals. I want to save the whales! 

Anyway, happy listening and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Once upon a time in Balearic Archipelago: Mallorca Island

Dear Nana: The One Where It All Started

Dear Nana, 

Although you probably can't recall, yet I still clearly remember the very first day I met you. The memories are very clear I was so stunned at your cute bangs back then (seriously, for real I was). It was one very hot and nerve-wracking day for it was the first time I stepped into college and had to be interviewed for the whole campus orientation related stuffs. My mind was blank, yet excited, yet scared, yet somewhat I was very sure that I'd be getting one cool experience I won't forget. 

Long story short, back then it had never crosses my mind that I'll ended up having a very good friendship with you someday. I swear to God, YOU were one of the most jutek seniors among all, it scared me in the same time it amused me. I mean, it's not that you were being evil or just had to perform a role of the bad-cop guy, you know. You talked to me, you led me, you told me things I should do as a freshman. It's just, you NEVER smiled during the whole Campus Orientation activities, not even a tiny flinch of curvy lips. You had this straight, cool, eyebrow-raised expression on your face and you kept it the whole day. And honestly, I was afraid of you. (HEY DO NOT LAUGH AT ME, YOU EVILLY DEVILLY ACTRESS!)

Yes, in the end, I finally knew it was all just mere an act for the sake of Ospek and you have a very gorgeous smile you should know that. 

I was probably too astonished by your appearance as an evil senior so I was scared to talk to you even when all the orientation thingy were ended. I found that we were on the same class and I had this curiosity thought of what kind of person you are as a friend, not as Teteh Nana. But still, I didn't know why I was probably too shy to take the initiation of starting conversation with you especially I am originally a very passive and awkward person. And then one day you were the one who started it. The very first conversation of us, friend-to-friend wise. 

"Bung, lo juga ambil Kreatives Schreiben A kan ya? Bareng dong. Di mana sih kelasnya? Eh plis gausah panggil gue Teteh ya, geuleuh."

When Love Arrives

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.  
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep; 
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.  
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. 
Maybe love is not ready for you.  
Maybe you are not ready for love.

Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.  
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.  
Maybe love is only there for a month.  
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.  
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t.  
Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,  
And love leaves exactly when love must.  
When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” 
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.  
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,  
“Thank you for stopping by.”

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When Love Arrives, a poem by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye
A poem I came across in the middle of windy-breezy Saturday afternoon. A poem that lingers quite long in my head and makes me have the desire to put it in my blog. A poem that I think everyone's able to relate onto. Somehow, somewhat, at some point, we probably have met our own version of 'Love'. And if you thought you haven't, well, I wish you good luck because perhaps, you have yet to meet Love.

So yeah, read it, watch the video, listen, welcome, and make yourself comfortable~ 

Grow, you Sunflowers. Grow well!

scr: weheartit

Once upon a blue moon, I had a dream of me walking happily and running wildly through a breathtakingly beautiful sunflower garden and when I woke up it's like I was still able to smell the sweet and tender fragrance of those beautiful, beautiful things.

I have always had this special bond with flowers since I was a kid, I grew up with plants and flowers around me. Thus, perhaps, explains the meaning behind my name 'bunga' is literally 'a flower' in Indonesian. 

Anyways, I started reading and digging information on how to grow and cultivate them by my self, something I haven't do it quite seriously since the last time I studied, lol. And I am so blessed thank God for Ace Hardware, I came across their website and found that they actually provide sunflower seeds including its beginner growing kit. Aaaaawe~some!

About a place

Do you, perhaps, believe in magic? 

If the answer is yes, then please, be my guest. If it's the opposite, then, umm, yeah be my guest already you guys. Read through.

I want to tell you a tale. Not a fairy one where there's a prince in the form and face of Lee Pace (of Thranduil. Of The Hobbit - if you're unfamiliar with Tolkien's, or perhaps living faraway from the universe) rescuing a princessy damsel in distress. It's more like a tale that an old grandpa told his grandchildren about. It might be a boring one that the grandchildren will soon fall asleep under the warmth of the checkered flanel blankets. But for those who were willing to stay awake until the very end of the story, he or she might realize that there's a thing worth appreciated in this world we're living in. Something that people tend to forget these days. Something that most times had been unappreciated.

Well, here it goes.

Once upon a time, there was a place. A coffee house to be exact. You may think that it was a common place. It was not. To me, at least. 

This particular coffee house located only two minutes away from my place, a home I was living in for almost two years. It was a place where you could find me almost everyday, back in those years.

You may not believe me, but magic happened there. Many times. 

Let's just say it was a magical coffee house. It started out with a simple activity. It was the first place I ran into every time I felt happy, sad, tired, exhausted, or perhaps just when I felt like getting a cup (or more) of caffeine intake. Soon enough, hours spent at that coffee house. 

Meet ups, good byes, laughs, tears. Perhaps, I can even say that particular coffee house was a place which had witnessed many stories that had happened in my life. 

Going back to the word 'magic' I mentioned above. Well, time stops at that place.

Time, literally, stops. 

Weird? No. It's the magic that talks. 

You are free to judge me, believe me, or may think that I am talking nonsense. But I can tell you that everything I told, was not a lie. I may not able to explain how time stops at that coffee house, or how could I even dare to call it's magic and mostly, believe in it. Yet it was real.

So real that it feels surreal.