2014 to 2015

It is almost the end of the first month of 2015! Happy (late) New Year, I wish that you got all the sunshine and all the beautiful moonlight this year.

2014 was a year of postcards. Most of the postcards I got, are from my sister. She visited 3 continents last year alone (say whaaat). She did tremendous works to get there, and I think I should started to do so :)) The other postcard are from Vina (who constantly sent me postcards from countries across Europe. Vin, maafin akulah gak pernah ngirimin kamu), from Keyno (who traveled to Belgium for a business trip), from Insan (who traveled to Japan and magically watched the Arctic Monkeys) and others. May all of you got more fun journey this year.

Last year was seriously good year after all, I had fun. Though I didn’t travel much nor achieving any better, but I (still) have fun. Probably because I tried to do what I want to do since a long time ago. Having a homeware business, going to Bali, and the rest of the bucket list. My scholarship program has been made to its 4th year, though I’m getting a little lazy to update the financial report every month (astaga Megaaa, maafin aku yang malas ini). But to have something that reminds you to give back is a good feeling after all.

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(image taken from here)

Diana Rikasari published her book last year, and it was a no brainer for me to have it. I’ve been her admirer for a long long time. I’ve been buying her shoes a lot. I’ve been reading her blog, her Instagram, and everything I guess :)) She is my vision of ‘better person’. Diana Rikasari is a fashion blogger. The world of fashion is complicated and mean, it’s a jungle out there. The way she handles ‘haters’ and life problem is just epically kind and inspiring. I think she doesn’t have any mean bones in her. Once, I watched her interview about this ‘inspiring’ kind of thing. She said that she is astonished by how many people that have been inspired by her, when all she’s doing is just taking pictures and writes on her laptop. I guess once again, I’ve been falling in love with words and colors :)

She is one of a few things that reminds us to put some profit of Kawung Living and put it to better use. We’ve been adopting her charity model to give IDR 5.000 for every purchase of our product. Believe us, we’ve already been doing some counting also (ha!). We agreed to focus in women empowerment, just because women is a rock star. I am a total feminist by heart and I always believe you don’t have any boundaries whatsoever for being one. So here is for us, to you. All you beautiful Indonesian women. We are proud to become one.

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Last year, a 2000 m2 space called Indoestri is opened for public. They want to make a community of learners, makers and all kinds of creative people. It’s a really good concept space, where you can learn various workshop from Woodworking to Pottery, Metalworking to Brand Starting, etc. They also offer annual membership that let their member to go on any given workshop they’ll held. Their workshop class is ranging from IDR 500.000 to IDR 1.000.000 for non-members. I guess it is worth all the money considering excellent guest mentor (Ayu Larasati previously held her Pottery class there FTW) and cozy space. But for me, it is a little bit pricey. Though someday, I really wanted to attend one of their classes.

LivingLoving also held some intimate gatherings slash workshops last year. The subject is ranging from food photography to playing with flowers. Ayang Cempaka also held classes about painting with water color, which is so envying!

(My Maken Stitch Tote Bag Kit in the making)

Last one, this is my personal favorite. There is one local brand named Maken, run by a talented crafter name Ojan. He (yes, a he) is a Jogja based crafter who has been blogging for years (I do admire him for a long time). Maken is not only providing you home décor product but also some simple DIY Kit, like stitch tote bag and stitch plywood. Their goal is also to make everyone feels the spirit of making things.

I really wanted to do something like that (and also having stationary line, haha). I have been writing some idea about making simple DIY Kit myself. Someday (maybe when I do not have any full time job anymore), I think I can really make that happen :P

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So the theme of 2015 is to…

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(Image taken from here)

I put this wallpaper on my phone in the hope that every time I see it, it will remind me about doing many new things in many new ways. I got this awesome wallpaper from Design is Yay, a blog by Wita Puspita of Pippa Paper. I super love her, her works, and kind of happy to have another source to go on to the internet.

I mean, social media like Instagram and Twitter (sorry Facebook, you are too ‘politics’ these days) are fun, but the joy of reading a blog and article on a website is pure bliss. So for everyone who has a neglected blog, you may wanted to visit that once more. Write a paragraph, about everything you feel, everything you see, everything you like, just everything. And for everyone who has been wanted to make a blog, do that, never look back! The time you do that, please tell me :3 Because one or two times, I do wanted to be that soulless person at public transportation who doesn’t bother looking up and just sucked into my phone screen. On that kind of time, your writing will meant a lot to me :))

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2014 was a good one, but 2015 would be awesome (according to this wild wild child inside :P). For 2015, I guess I kind of want to do all things from this list.

(…and kids, that’s how  I spent undesirable amount of time of writing 2015 goal :)) Image taken from various sources of Google searching)

I want to learn and create a lot of things. Making a self-made product has been giving me more respect about things and the effort behind its making. Starting Kawung Living has been an awakening for me. Because I finally realized that the possibility of doing and creating everything you want, is endless. Especially in this rich country named Indonesia. I mean, you got natural resources like crazy and talented people like everywhere. Even when they are not posting something on Instagram, they are artist for sure!

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I think I have blabbering and writing for hours right now. I guess I have been enjoying taking a break after countless sleep of making this website. Though it is just mess up right now, I like how it turned out. We don’t have any extra budget to hire professionals to make our website, so making it simple is just a right thing to do. Besides, I’m already ticked out my first goal for 2015 (haha!).

Good night, professional dreamer. May the odds always be in your favor :3

Maybe We’re Just Being Mean

Maybe we’re just being mean.
Maybe we are not sad at all.
Maybe we just wanted a conversation topic.
Maybe we just love to see soap opera.
Maybe we can’t stop blaming others.
Maybe we just wanted to punch somebody.
Maybe we forget how to be human.
Maybe we forget how to love.
Maybe we forget to take a bow.
To the ocean, to the sky, to you.

Tonight, let’s called early and hope.
Hoping for them, to stay under moonlight and amongst the stars.
Landing in enormous twilight sky.

Dear beautiful faces, until we meet again, you will be loved.

PS: Being a part of community in a vast stream of information, is hard. We are becoming part of people we used to hate. Becoming more of a person we avoid in the past. In that kind of situation, stop for a minute and take a breath, look around, and ask yourself few questions. Who you are, what you are doing, how you get there.

I Don’t Really Want to Know How Your Garden Grows

Sometimes, people talk to me about their problems. Relationship, hardship, whining, or simply problems. My horoscope, blood type, or even my zodiac tell me that I am a good listener (who doesn’t?). So, in order to live up to that expectation, I started to understand how that works. Couple of times, I let my emotion get into the actual talks. I lecture people with my own thoughts. Sure I’m not the best person to go when you need an advice. Because my life is pretty simple. I don’t think complicated is suited to anything in this world. Even complicated problems sometimes have simple answer. Because I think there ‘s nothing more complicated than how you’re still alive today. So adding more complexion would just be a waste on this beautiful world.

I don’t really know how it works with any other people, but when they stressed out enough and start to talk to me, I get stressed out too. When they are crying and feeling lonely, suddenly I feel like one too. Unfortunately, you always need to be the bigger person when you are in the listener position. On that kind of situation, empathy is really a dangerous weapon that you should use carefully.

But afterall if I were sane enough, I just listen. Because sometimes all they want to get, is to be heard.

You know, the common problem people nowadays have are how they see each other as a competitor, in a bad way. They don’t see each other as a ladder to achieve higher ground. They despise anyone who has more spotlight. Does attention really matter that much? But then again, in the world of Likes and Re-Tweet/Blog/Gram/Path, sure attention is something people wanted to have. Maybe, all they wanted is the same thing afterall, they just wanted to be heard.

On that kind of times, I always believe there is an Oasis song for every problem. Most of the times, the simple answer to that problem is  a song called Live Forever. I think every people should have someone they’re singing this song to. People to live forever. Because really, sometimes all you need to know is not how other’s garden grows.

Maybe I don’t really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don’t want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don’t believe
Maybe you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

The song Live Forever is written by Noel Gallagher in the middle of Grunge era, with Nirvana having a tune that said ‘I Hate Myself and Want to Die’. He and I have a same point afterall.

“Seems to me that here was a guy who had everything, and was miserable about it. And we had fuck-all, and I still thought that getting up in the morning was the greatest fuckin’ thing ever, ’cause you didn’t know where you’d end up at night. And we didn’t have a pot to piss in, but it was fucking great, man.”

Your Sunday Read

I’ve told you so many times about how Alex Turner’s words play critical part of my fondness to the band called Arctic Monkeys. One of the reason why the band is so likeable is not only how good they sound, but how their song feels like talking to you. From the catchy song of their first album called Mardy Bum that tells the story about an argument with a sulky girlfriend to the unconscious drunk dialing to your ex in Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High. There is this one time that Turner participated in his band mate Matt Helders’ DJ mixed album compilation called Late Night Tales (2008). In the album, Turner performed a spoken word track, a short story about an attempt to get the best view of a girl in the subway called A Choice of Three.

The track marked the stamp that the best of Turner is not when he struts in his guitar nor singing countless tunes. It is when he delivered a story about everyday life in witty unpredictable choices of words.

Hear the original track here. Quoting in one of the comment of the video, “The way he tells it is also so punctual and correctly paused.” Have a good Sunday, all you literacy monsters :)

 A Choice of Three

Alex Turner

In the tunnel I noticed I had a choice of three. While I thought it very kind of them to offer me this, I do wonder if they realized what a dilemma they were sending to face me.

The trouble was, if I looked at your reflection in the left window I missed the actual image of you and your reflection in the right. And if I looked in the right I had the same problem but the other way around.

At first I thought I should probably settle on one of the mirrors as they were soon to disappear, but that idea quickly wilted, and my attention was drawn back to the center, occasionally checking on either side.

I must say I did question the authenticity of your nap a few minutes before. As the train left Loughborough I suspected it could’ve been a device to avoid conversation. I’d barely considered this for a moment, however, when a heavy breath and a gulping sound that I decided would be too embarrassing to fake led me to conclude that your nap wasn’t fraudulent.

I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else as you slumped beneath your coat. Delighted that we’d waited until this hour to travel so the evening sun got its opportunity to skip across those sleeping cheeks, but unnerved by the prospect of being removed from the opposing chair to yours. I knew it was reserved but hoped that whoever had reserved it had fallen over.

It looked as if today I’d be safe. The train wasn’t too busy but I did take a moment to recall the time when I was less fortunate.

 I remembered it with a chilling vivivity we were on the way to Brighton.

I knew it was going to be his seat as soon as I saw him on the platform, unzipping, checking, zipping, and rechecking things. Something about his face suggested that he had for years had a mustache and had not long since removed it. He wasn’t going to think twice about disposing of me, especially considering then he’d get the chance to sit with you.

Though his hiking boot-march through the carriage was rather revolting, it wasn’t this that made my hands tense up into sour claws of nausea. It was the way he said it.

“You’re in my seat.”

No “excuse me,” no polite uncertainty, just the rigid, hideous fact. The thud with which it landed expelled all my preparation. Before I remembered my plans to pretend to be asleep, deaf, French, or only sat there because someone else was in my seat, I was walking to find another vacancy.

I ended up dwelling unhappily beside a girl with a boys bum. I knew that because she walked too far past when she returned to one of what I thought to be two empty seats when I sat myself there. I fidgeted until our reunion on the platform, where you brutally informed me “That man was really rather pleasant, actually.”

 Today I thought I’d better make sure that couldn’t happen again and I pulled the ticket from the top of my seat. It took a few attempts and the facade of hanging a jacket to finally complete. I was terribly cautious. There’s a threat of punishment for such deeds by fine as far as I understand, but those shackles were at the back of my mind as I crushed the reservation in my hidden fist. Folding and squeezing as if it were that beast on the way to the seaside.

 Fortunately, there was no retribution. If anything the train got quieter as the journey continued.

And so in the tunnel, unable to decide, my head flicked through this trilogy of angles, angel after angle, until we were out the other side.

My frantic twitching no doubt caused the man at the adjacent table to narrow his eyes at the very least, I imagine.

I don’t know for sure.

I didn’t have time to add him to the cycle.

On Being 27

(Read from right to left)
The scene from 20th Century Boys by Urusawa Naoki. One of the greatest comic books ever written in history.

You know, for me, being 27 is quite something.

I don’t have any expectations nor wishes to get up here. But I’m there anyway. Still have the ability to smile, writing cheesy poem, making typo and grammar mistakes, taking bad angle pictures, as well as making several bad decisions. Hell, I am a total happiness!

And at my last birthday, I get the best present of all time.

See? The sun, the ocean, the earth, and all the colors beneath the sky. All of those, are the greatest present a person can get. I got to be alive and nothing can top it all (I guess it is the same gift every year, but I don’t know why it’s just getting better all the time).

My father and I are quite alike. We made bad decisions all the time. We rubbed some people the wrong way all the time. But when we get a chance to do one thing that we can do best, we give all the thing and poured a lot of heart to it. Little by little, over time, I realize what I can do best. And it is to love.

I love, when I love. Because I’ll never run of it.

I was wrong about achievement and envying about what people got. You already know how I really wanted to make a dream machine. I just realized, that somehow ,I tried to be a good example that will make people ‘get inspired’ because of me. But that inspiring kind of thing maybe is not my forte. I don’t have any respected talent to go along anyway. I don’t deserve staying under spotlight, because I’m never get used to. And if there is one who should be under the spotlight, it is you. Maybe I’m not destined to make a dream machine, because I am that dream machine. And you are the dream.

May you got all the falling stars tonight, beautiful nightmares. Thanks for giving me a chance to ever cross your day :)