Coffeeing

 What do you prefer, coffeeing alone or with someone?

I'd answer.. alone. It's a paradise when you have a cup of coffee by yourself, take a window seat in the corner of coffee shop, dive into your self while you dive into the black coffee inside..far..far away.

When you look deeply at a cup of coffee, there is a time machine whom could bring you to the old memories or maybe.. delusions.




But, sometimes, it's good to have conversation during coffeeing.

Laughter while the smell fumes billowing off a nice hot coffee. 
Freedom when you sipping a cup of coffee. 
Solitary moment when you stirring the black coffee. 

I leave for a while coffeeing alone and i have it all, with my beloved Environmental Engineering 2005's folks at Kopi Joss, Jogjakarta.

Ms. Sunflower

 

Foto: Afif Saputra 

Hahaha.. 

Sorry for being a bit narcissistic showing you pics of myself. 

But, do you see "the happiness" on my face, pals?

 

Why sunflower? 

My dear friend of mine asked me. 

That was an absurd question. Somehow, he took me to the florist.

  

My dear friend of mine, 

Sunflower is the magical thing that i can enjoy its yellow, its fiery blooms, 

and it always hypnotize me into a room of happiness.

As you told, 

Sunflower is a symbol of fidelity. 

It always follow the sun from east to west, from sunrise until sunset, 

each day. 

                                                                     

Words can't describe how i feel. 

The beautiful things inside blow me away.. 

to the Neverland, my dreamland.

Me blooming like a sunlower.
Me can't stop smiling.
That magical moment flew me away to the highest orange sky.

I was so happy for had a sunflower in my hand. 

In every muse, i always dreaming it. 

This... 

Go to the florist, 

buy sunflower, 

keep it in my hand, 

go to the silent garden or park, 

feel the wind..

and with the backsound of france song.

 L'Amoureuse - Carla Bruni

U made it. So this writing is special for you, dear friend of mine.

For always remember all my "Sagarmatha" and for those france songs.

Enjoy.. :)

"Meditation"

So, Meditation is recreation of mind. It means, meditation is not only about sit comfortably with back straight in solitary moment, free mind, stay in relax, breathing in and out slowly, take a deep breath..or.. whatsoever, how do you say it?

Biking is meditation. Sort of.. hahahaha. Dunno why, i just surrounded Menteng, felt the wind, went to Taman Suropati and Taman Menteng, had afternoon muse and conversation. (not monologue at that time..hehe). I had a fun! But yeah.. i had no a chance to buy a sunflower at Cikini, Someday i'll make it!

Anyway, then, i created what i have been thinking about "my lil dream" that stay forever in my head. Bike, Coffee shop, window, sunset, muse, convo, aaahhh i know you know what i mean. It's like pieces in a movie or novel (Migod...)

So, after i had biking around, i stopped by to a coffee shop. I took a window seat. I stared out the window. I was sipping my tea, enjoyed my foods, had conversation with dear friend of mine, and thats all! Yeah, dying to have those activites in all my days.. i have to go abroad! Wearing coats and boots everyday..wow! :p

Memori usang

Apa yang terjadi sekarang, pada suatu hari nanti akan menjadi memori yang usang.
Bahkan terekam samar, dan asing.
Lama kelamaan, ia akan menjadi serpihan debu, yang terbawa angin.
Entah dibawa ke ufuk mana..

Menyadari itu, saya ingin membebaskan diri dari segala macam keinginan. Bukan berarti tidak punya tujuan, hanya membiarkan semua pada porsi yang tepat.

Namun bagaimanapun juga, "memori usang" itu menjadi bagian yang mengantar kita pada perjalanan berikutnya. Mungkin bisa menjadi bekal. Atau sekedar peringatan.

Maka, jika takdir dan alam semesta belum mendukung, kenapa harus memaksa atau gelisah?
Biarkan semua terjadi sebagaimana seharusnya, pada waktunya.


Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

 

A waltz OST. Before Sunrise - Julie Delpy

One night.

Folks, have u ever felt something that not happened yet?
Or, have you ever felt like something good was going to happen?
Ah, or maybe u felt nostalgic about something that never happened?
Or, oh well, just name it all.. delusion.

However, i made a love poem while those feelings inside my mind.
I tried to remember my besties's faces when they were in fall in love.
And i created my illusion for one sweet moment.

Suddenly, only this sweet song caught in my head, by my fave singer, Hail Paul McCartney!!
And this is.. a simply love poem, hopefully, complements that song.

                                    This Never Happened Before. OST The Lake House - 
                                                                                 Paul McCartney

One night
There's a sun flower on the table
There's two cup of coffee
There's a large window beside us
There's people out of there, outside
But we don't care

One night
There's no conversation
There's only our eyes look each other
There's time ticking
There's we enjoying each moment
And we are together

One night, we are in pure love and warm and time goes by, but we don't care, we just don't care.