Technicolor.

Tadinya aku tak mengerti bagaimana caranya menari. Aku tak tahu bagaimana caranya bernyanyi. Tunggu dulu! Kau datang, mengajakku menari. Menemaniku bernyanyi, dengan genjrengan gitar. Menyentuh langit, dan kita menciumnya!
Kau datang dengan kopor palet warnamu yang sungguh fantastis!
Kau menawariku, "Abu-abu, atau pelangi?"
Aku menjawab, "Mari kita warnai kota kita!"

Now it's all in technicolor with you.. :)

Inspired by: Paloma Faith - Technicolor.

Yearbook Story.

Taken on March 2009, it was Sunday morning hysteria in Tugu Train Station along that morning :D
Inspired by a classical story about traveling out of town with a train. Why we choose Tugu station? Because that place is originally vintage building, and anything inside there was awesome-vintage!

This is an unforgettable moment of my High School era..

To be a vintage, you don't need to be a geek :D

Classical Thing I Called Love

There's something different about my Saturday nights out.
Something makes me realize that no one can reach something perfect, like perfect-perfect.
What the hell I'm talking about?

My life. My love. My love-life.

There's something mysterious and magical about love that sometimes we don't know, we don't realize, or maybe we don't wanna know.
Love.
L-O-V-E. Love.
Love spreading anywhere. Lover, family, neighborhood, school, supermarket, road, air.. Every second, every step we take, we breathe with about 98,675% love, and about 1,325% is a natural things that maybe we call it oxygen, and blablabla. And for the heart breaker, every step and every second we take, we breathe with about 99% hates, self-hates, self-disorder, and about 1% is an oxygen etc.

Love is a tiny thing that can change a big thing in whole life.
Simple but complicated.
Giving but expect.
Natural but motivated.
Care but don't care.
Sensitive but rude.

Sometimes we expect a perfection with our lover. We won't them to know well about us, to understand us, to do whatever we want, to be whoever we want. But we forgot one thing, essential thing:
To feel what love is it, we don't need someone perfect. Just love them perfectly, and we'll know what love is it, and how sweet is it.

Sometimes love spreading anywhere without knows anything. Loving someone, caring someone, is just a way to know more about love. Love's doesn't knows time, and place. Ugly or good. Bad or best.
It's just love.

Love doesn't need a confessions. If we love someone (although they don't love us), we just know that we love them. No more. Bitter or sweet, we just love them.

From that night, I learn one thing about love:
Love's just unbelievable. Because we never know how does it works.

Love is in the air..

Simple Overture

No one knows, when we'll get something precious in our life.
No one knows, when something miracle really happen in our life.

So do I.

Sometimes I'm just hoping and hoping that what I want in this world is really come true. I'm hoping all the time, wishing miracle happen.
I'm still standing there. Hoping, and hoping.

I'm wasting my time.

Sometimes we just keeps hoping all the time.
But sometimes if we're realize, what we're hoping for is near us, even so close to us.

They came with their simple way. Just very simple. Without coercion and spread its charm everywhere in our heart.

They just came. Simple. Just listening to us. Just be our friend.
But they do. They do are miracle what we're looking for.

They came with a simple overture.

Vintage me :))

This is me in past few years while I'm still in college. Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Layang Kangen

Layangmu tak tampa wingi kui
Wis tak waca apa karepe atimu
Trenyuh ati iki maca tulisanmu
Ra krasa netes eluh ning pipiku
Umpama tanganku dadi suwiwi
Iki uga aku mesti enggal bali
Ning kepiye maneh merga kahananku
Cah ayu entenana tekaku
Ra maido sapa wonge ora kangen
Adoh bojo pengen turu angel merem
Ra maido sapa wonge ora trenyuh
Ra kepethuk sak wetara pengen weruh
Percaya aku kuatna atimu
Cah bagus entenana tekaku

Damn. It's good.