Playlist: Save The Whales

Playlist of March 2014: Save The Whales
Mood: Dreaming
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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!

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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!

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.