February 20, 2014

Dear Nana: The One Where It All Started

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."

February 15, 2014

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.”


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~ 

February 12, 2014

Grow, you Sunflowers. Grow well!

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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!