Third posts in a row.. Okay..
Seems like I'm talking too much to myself lately. I'm not sure that I actually have no one to talk to, but seems like everyone around me is in grey-mode. Perhaps it's the rain season—or anything—which spreads the melancholy atmosphere all around the town. I see a heavy burden patch to their back. Yeah, everyone got their own problem and so do I. I need to do my best to get it fixed. Sometimes I really want to ask people why, but I seem like too busy to work on mine. Sometimes, we have to be independent enough to get our own problem solved. Because you know, the problem is slightly something that only you and yourself could get.
It's actually a nice thing to talk to our ownselves. To have a little fight—to have a little correction.
I'm having a kind of terrible headache right now. I just had a glass of hot tea while the rain suddenly pouring outside. Too bad I didn't get to watch Dashboard Confessional concert tonight. Maybe that's what these terrible headache is caused by, but then I think back again.. well.. not really -_-
I'm not a huge fan of those band, but I know some of their songs so much well. I imagine myself sing along in the crowd, "YOOOUUU HAVE.. STOOOOLEN.. MY.. HEAAARTTT.." yeah the more I think about it, the more I get hurt.
There are some bands I could sing along with in a concert while I actually have never been a huge fan of them. Sounds weird, no?
I wish you have a very good night, whatever comes across your mind during the day. :)
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#Nowplaying Mumford & Sons - I Will Wait.
Okay, so I'm actually listening to the cover version that I randomly found on soundcloud. It sounds better than the original one, because these singer, whose name is Rendy Padugo, sing that song in a beautiful yet softer way—that I can't even help my self not to click the play button over and over again.
That feeling when you listen to a strange-but-beautiful harmony you never used to know before.
like the sound of the guitar with such an awesome voice from an unknown guy. it's warm, it's beautiful, and i love it anyway.
...sometimes, you just gotta love the atmosphere that it brings.
...the way it warms you, until the moments when it leaves. moments fades, however.
...but the sound still airing. until it becomes some pieces of tones.
...some pieces which are familiar. aren't they what we usually called memories? we will become one, as well.
These song got me thinking, whether or not I am waiting.
The smartest girl I know once told me, 'no need to wait.' Yep, she got it right. We don't have to wait, because it will eventually come—yeah, the day will come. We just only have to go with the flow. Do what we ought to do, like remind people of something they might forget somewhere along the way.
I, personally, have no idea what I wait for.
I could feel my own footsteps walking on a lane. I could hear my heart beating. I could feel the wind blow towards me. I do every single things that I feel conformtable in doing, that's one of best pleasure we could ever have on our own. I've gotten through so much moments—the rain and the storms—and still walking anyway. But, there's always, always something to recall.
I'm not sure if I'm waiting for these such-an-endless-tunnel to end up soon, so I will rise again. Or maybe the atmosphere that remain along the road is too fancy for me to be missed.
There's always time when I pass by the roads, remind myself of the conceptions I've come across over the years. I often steal a glance at things through the gap, often. It's one of the place where I can seeyou things through. Even by the miles, yeah, I still take time.
Okay, so I'm actually listening to the cover version that I randomly found on soundcloud. It sounds better than the original one, because these singer, whose name is Rendy Padugo, sing that song in a beautiful yet softer way—that I can't even help my self not to click the play button over and over again.
That feeling when you listen to a strange-but-beautiful harmony you never used to know before.
like the sound of the guitar with such an awesome voice from an unknown guy. it's warm, it's beautiful, and i love it anyway.
...sometimes, you just gotta love the atmosphere that it brings.
...the way it warms you, until the moments when it leaves. moments fades, however.
...but the sound still airing. until it becomes some pieces of tones.
...some pieces which are familiar. aren't they what we usually called memories? we will become one, as well.
These song got me thinking, whether or not I am waiting.
The smartest girl I know once told me, 'no need to wait.' Yep, she got it right. We don't have to wait, because it will eventually come—yeah, the day will come. We just only have to go with the flow. Do what we ought to do, like remind people of something they might forget somewhere along the way.
I, personally, have no idea what I wait for.
I could feel my own footsteps walking on a lane. I could hear my heart beating. I could feel the wind blow towards me. I do every single things that I feel conformtable in doing, that's one of best pleasure we could ever have on our own. I've gotten through so much moments—the rain and the storms—and still walking anyway. But, there's always, always something to recall.
I'm not sure if I'm waiting for these such-an-endless-tunnel to end up soon, so I will rise again. Or maybe the atmosphere that remain along the road is too fancy for me to be missed.
There's always time when I pass by the roads, remind myself of the conceptions I've come across over the years. I often steal a glance at things through the gap, often. It's one of the place where I can see
6 Kind of Friends
We all have that kind of friends whom we really close to each other, at the time. Either you always talk about any stories or just to hang around because you feel happier anytime they are beside you. I also have them, too. I feel happy yet comfortable just like I don't have to hide anything on my own. Well, I know I don't always tell everything, but they've known the stories of mine pretty well. So this is the further explanation. These are list of kind of friends that I've observed.
1. The ones who is able to make you laugh to the death.
There's no time you spend with them without laughter. They could cheer you up than any other ones could do. But they don't care about you that much, and you never really expect to. You love them, and sometimes you envy them because they seem to be free like a bird when you seem like being isolated in a shell. You often miss them, and you think of texting them whenever you're sad. It might sounds cruel, but you couldn't deny that you need these kind of persons to at least wipe your tears away. You always love to hang around with them. They make you forget about your problems for a little while. But yeah, there's no such-a-heavy-story spoken out.
2. The ones who is close-to-you-but-not-so-close.
You meet these person quiet often. You even spend some time with them too—just two of you. There's no awkwardness that might come over. You never really have an idea about telling your problems to them. But sometimes, when they ask how you doing, you answer the question honestly. You consider that it's not a big deal. You think that's okay. Yeah, because you don't give them the details.
3. The ones who always takes time to listen to your story.
You have that person who comes across your mind by the moment you read that previous line, don't you? They care about you as much as you care about them. They also could see your bitterness. They have seen you cried for numbers of times and still open up their arms whenever you're about to cry. They are good friends, and you feel thankful for it. They're the first ones that you look for when things happen. They knew about your love-life and you don't feel awkward to tell about any moment you have spent. You even tell the specific story instead. You trust them because you know they're 'smart'. We always rely on reliable people, don't?
4. The ones who actually have curiosity about you.
You don't meet these person very often. But there's always something to tell to each other when you two meet. This person actually know so much about you, because you know, they stalk. They open up your blog, twitter, and any other website you got. They try to see through you and try to figure out what's on your mind. Yeah, they don't ask. No need to worry, man. Nobody is ever want to know more about you if they don't feel attracted. They feel attracted, because you are 'cool'. Or maybe they are just that curious. Yeah, you know, it's pretty hard to distinguish whose one is care about you, and whose one is actually just curious.
5. The ones who could make you laugh, want to know more about you so they listen to your story.
Seems like you couldn't ask for a better figure, yeah?
6. The ones who you say 'Hi!' to, as they pass by.
hum.. alright.
***
I didn't mean to compare any of my friends. Because you know, we could never ask for perfect mates. No matter how many times we state that true friends won't leave—no matter what. They couldn't always come to us—they don't always stand right there. They couldn't always do the same exact thing, like when you wish they would always treat you right. But one thing I always know, they always inspire me. Either by the bad stuffs they do, until the good ones.
For instance, I don't like how easy my friends could say bad words. So I don't want to say bad words, neither. I don't want to be something I hate. I bet you also don't want to, do you?
Yeah, my friends. I remember when they turned their way and stick behind me while I ride my bike until I got home just to make sure that I am safe. I remember when they reprimand me because I didn't wear my jacket properly. That was a cold-windy-night on the rainy season, and the things they said and did to me successfully warmed me up.
So, you,
If you look for a good friend, then be one.
1. The ones who is able to make you laugh to the death.
There's no time you spend with them without laughter. They could cheer you up than any other ones could do. But they don't care about you that much, and you never really expect to. You love them, and sometimes you envy them because they seem to be free like a bird when you seem like being isolated in a shell. You often miss them, and you think of texting them whenever you're sad. It might sounds cruel, but you couldn't deny that you need these kind of persons to at least wipe your tears away. You always love to hang around with them. They make you forget about your problems for a little while. But yeah, there's no such-a-heavy-story spoken out.
2. The ones who is close-to-you-but-not-so-close.
You meet these person quiet often. You even spend some time with them too—just two of you. There's no awkwardness that might come over. You never really have an idea about telling your problems to them. But sometimes, when they ask how you doing, you answer the question honestly. You consider that it's not a big deal. You think that's okay. Yeah, because you don't give them the details.
3. The ones who always takes time to listen to your story.
You have that person who comes across your mind by the moment you read that previous line, don't you? They care about you as much as you care about them. They also could see your bitterness. They have seen you cried for numbers of times and still open up their arms whenever you're about to cry. They are good friends, and you feel thankful for it. They're the first ones that you look for when things happen. They knew about your love-life and you don't feel awkward to tell about any moment you have spent. You even tell the specific story instead. You trust them because you know they're 'smart'. We always rely on reliable people, don't?
4. The ones who actually have curiosity about you.
You don't meet these person very often. But there's always something to tell to each other when you two meet. This person actually know so much about you, because you know, they stalk. They open up your blog, twitter, and any other website you got. They try to see through you and try to figure out what's on your mind. Yeah, they don't ask. No need to worry, man. Nobody is ever want to know more about you if they don't feel attracted. They feel attracted, because you are 'cool'. Or maybe they are just that curious. Yeah, you know, it's pretty hard to distinguish whose one is care about you, and whose one is actually just curious.
5. The ones who could make you laugh, want to know more about you so they listen to your story.
Seems like you couldn't ask for a better figure, yeah?
6. The ones who you say 'Hi!' to, as they pass by.
hum.. alright.
***
I didn't mean to compare any of my friends. Because you know, we could never ask for perfect mates. No matter how many times we state that true friends won't leave—no matter what. They couldn't always come to us—they don't always stand right there. They couldn't always do the same exact thing, like when you wish they would always treat you right. But one thing I always know, they always inspire me. Either by the bad stuffs they do, until the good ones.
For instance, I don't like how easy my friends could say bad words. So I don't want to say bad words, neither. I don't want to be something I hate. I bet you also don't want to, do you?
Yeah, my friends. I remember when they turned their way and stick behind me while I ride my bike until I got home just to make sure that I am safe. I remember when they reprimand me because I didn't wear my jacket properly. That was a cold-windy-night on the rainy season, and the things they said and did to me successfully warmed me up.
So, you,
If you look for a good friend, then be one.
There's too much I can't say.
So it's December already. A month to go to 2014. I have no other words to say but 'HOW TIME FLIES BY SO FAST' oh, Lord.
I've been spending over 2 years in college. I'm getting closer and closer to what i'm heading to; graduation. Days ago I woke up on my bed, feeling retarded, and I conciously realized how I wish I could just get back to sleep instead of prepare things up while i'm actually feeling half alive. My class should've been held at 9am. And there I was, rolling around my bed until 9.15 o'clock. I kinda miss the old times. When I am still a morning person. Ah, I miss who I was.
It's December already. It means the rainy season has started. Again, Desember by Efek Rumah Kaca will be played everywhere.
I always love the sound of the rain, when it hits the land and the rooftop. I remember that midnight when I spent my time watching movie, with the headset on, and the sound of the rain try to cut through my ears.
I don't know, but there's so much I could see. It's entirely not about the rain. But how the rain made some people stays longer in certain places. Like these afternoon.
I sitted there, stay silent, listening to the noise. A typical days in college. Everyone are babbling, laughing so hard, sometimes yelling.
A friend of mine asked me, what was I thinking. I smiled at him and said everything is okay.
I'm staring at everyone in the room I was in. I always secretly sketch things in my mind. No tools. No drawingbook.
I miss the old times. I don't really wish that I could have one back again. I just miss them.
The longer I stare, the deeper it gets. Yeah, the feeling. It is getting deeper and deeper.
It sucks to deal with something you can do nothing about, but to deal with it. Yeah I'm talking about the times that fades away. How it leaves me far too quick.
There were encounters i've had in life, and they are some i'll be having.
I know I just have to find some little pieces of joy—when I actually get inspired—between every silences that I made on my own.
I've been spending over 2 years in college. I'm getting closer and closer to what i'm heading to; graduation. Days ago I woke up on my bed, feeling retarded, and I conciously realized how I wish I could just get back to sleep instead of prepare things up while i'm actually feeling half alive. My class should've been held at 9am. And there I was, rolling around my bed until 9.15 o'clock. I kinda miss the old times. When I am still a morning person. Ah, I miss who I was.
It's December already. It means the rainy season has started. Again, Desember by Efek Rumah Kaca will be played everywhere.
I always love the sound of the rain, when it hits the land and the rooftop. I remember that midnight when I spent my time watching movie, with the headset on, and the sound of the rain try to cut through my ears.
I don't know, but there's so much I could see. It's entirely not about the rain. But how the rain made some people stays longer in certain places. Like these afternoon.
I sitted there, stay silent, listening to the noise. A typical days in college. Everyone are babbling, laughing so hard, sometimes yelling.
A friend of mine asked me, what was I thinking. I smiled at him and said everything is okay.
I'm staring at everyone in the room I was in. I always secretly sketch things in my mind. No tools. No drawingbook.
I miss the old times. I don't really wish that I could have one back again. I just miss them.
The longer I stare, the deeper it gets. Yeah, the feeling. It is getting deeper and deeper.
It sucks to deal with something you can do nothing about, but to deal with it. Yeah I'm talking about the times that fades away. How it leaves me far too quick.
There were encounters i've had in life, and they are some i'll be having.
I know I just have to find some little pieces of joy—when I actually get inspired—between every silences that I made on my own.
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