terbanglah's posts with tag: nights & the rain
Elu sendiri memandang diri elu sebagai pejuang kehidupan atau penikmat kehidupan, Yo? Seorang teman menelisik relung dengan sebuah pertanyaan tak terduga. 
Hidup itu anugerah, Jenderal! Itu kontemplasi gue saat melintasi Rasamala di Pancoran sore ini, sehabis berdiskusi di Kantor Pajak Tebet, dan melihat keriangan anak2 SMP yang riuh rendah bermain bola penuh peluh, adik2nya di SD yang menikmati sore sembari bergelayutan di pagar lapangan nun di sana, dan gadis2 SMA yang sedang ngambek soal malam minggu di depan pacar2nya yang baru saja berupaya menumbuhkan kumis.
Dengan semilir angin sore yang mendung dan renyahnya aspal basah bekas hujan, semua kesederhanaan ini terasa bagai sayup musik di telinga jiwa... dan aku pun memejamkan mata ke hadirat Nya, dengan seulas senyum tersungging di bibir, dan kepasrahan hati yang tawakal. Can you just stop for a while to enjoy the simple things of life? Dalam perjalanan kembali menuju kantor,
Friday, Dec 14, 2007 - 16:17 wib
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Photo courtesy of TLT, taken at Sukabumi, on Jan 09, 2007
Question: How Do You Love the Rain?
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Dan, hujan pun menderas turun. Damn.
Hujan, males deh. Hujan hanya enak kalau ada di dalam kehangatan rumah, di tengah kenyamanan keluarga.. Hujan akan menjadi sangat menyebalkan bilaman kau masih berjalan jauh dari rumah, masih harus menempuh perjalanan dengan sepeda motor, dan menderap melintas hujan yang kehujanan.. Hujan. Kenapa harus hujan? Mata udah sepet rasanya, plus rasa hati yang mendongkol karena rencana yang berubah. Senin sore, belum apa2 udah capek; hilang semua keriangan weekend kemarin. Masuk kantor pagi2, ibarat mobil, udah langsung gigi 5, hehehe.. Yeah, me the natural born planner; who got easily irritated just because things wont go the way I want (or in this case: I planned). Alhamdulillah, ternyata hari ini multiply bisa gue akses. Dan, tumben2an, meebo pun bisa melenggang dengan sukses. Malah katanya friendster juga kebuka, tuh. Tapi males ah, buka2 FS. Kecuali kalau emang lagi ada update-an aja. Atau pengen tahu update-an orang. Atau .. orang yg pernah dekat? Hehhe.. Crap! Whuzzup? Dunno. Just enjoyed the thing, I guess. Friends staying late here and there are also happy; YM online status were springing up here and there, offering the moods of the day of my fellow “freedom” fighters, bwahaha.. It’s getting too much, I think. Be more appropriate it it’d just said as we, the pathetic white collar slaves. Soon, very soon and some other not that soon; message and friendly or perhaps curious notes were or perhaps just for fun hellos buzzing in to my tiny yellow blinking window. Ooppss.. lots of windows, suddenly. Which one should be responded, first? Hujan. Selalu hujan. Dan Bandung. Dan NANS. Bukannya seharusnya dia ada di Paris? Atau di Sydney mungkin? Tapi selintas bayang nya menari2 di pelupuk mata. Oh tidak, bukan! Dia ada tepat di hadapan; di remang sendu pagi nya Cafe Taruma, Hyatt, tiga hari berselang. Mengapa dia ada di sini, mengapa dia ada di sini; ramai ku bertanya. Tapi berat hati untuk melangkah mendekati sebentuk tubuh indah terbalut jaket adidas biru langit, secercah cahaya mengharap; akhirnya. Dan telepon genggam ku pun berdering; memaksa kehadiran kembali dalam rapat yang berlari marathon sedari kemarin. Dan bayang nya pun lenyap. Serendipity - /,sæ.rən.’dɪ.pə.ti/ Hujan. Hujan yang basah, hujan yang lembab. Mungkin seharusnya aku sudah ada di rumah sedari tadi. Dan menikmati renyahnya rinai derai hujan melantai. Dan pekerjaan menerjemahkan segumpal buku teks yang terbengkalai. Dan melakukan banyak hal yang memang harus dilakukan. Atau perlu. Atau mungkin hanya sekedar sebuah kesenangan belaka yang tiada arti. Atau mungkin tidak, siapa tahu? Kau tidak akan pernah mengerti seseorang, hingga kau menyelam ke balik kulitnya. Ke dalam sanubari nya yang terdalam.  Dan hujan menyebalkan ini mungkin akan memaksa ku menyelam dalam-dalam.
Karena hujan itu menyenangkan. Untuk jiwa yang dahaga. Untuk hati yang kerontang. Untuk pikiran yang jenuh. Untuk tubuh yang lelah. Untuk pelukan yang merindu. Untuk mata yang menerawang. Untuk telapak yang mencari. Untuk setetes hujan yang mendebarkan.. Untuk setetes hujan yang menenangkan: How Do You Love the Rain? http://terbanglahlbhtinggi.multiply.com/music/item/19 each time I see those thick dark clouds, I used to smile and make a wish, that it would turn.. turn to rain. because I know that I would watch, for you to play under the rain but now when rainy days are here, I feel so blue ’cause I can’t hear, all your laughter in the falling rain. and it brings sadness to my heart, knowing that you’ve gone from my side.. my side since that rainy days and you make a symphony, the rain without you makes the blues. happy days and you, will always be right here to stay. where the rainy day brings me back. brings me back into your arms.. Jakarta 12870 Pancoran, Monday, Apr 30, 2007 – 19.16 wib
Photo courtesy of TLT, Mahakam midnite, a month earlier
 oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
Two strangers amid the masses of Jakarta, the countless another attractive public spots, the great number of some other events happened on that day, the very second that lead into each other dreams, and forever would be framed into something truly illogical called as destiny; our paths collide in the mad last night of the long weekend rush as we felt a mutual attraction. And people still couldn’t believe how we met. God’s will; left humble humans beg for the answer, sometimes even crawling for it, and the others would eagerly dying to try. How we are supposed to know what it is. What is it? You just face the music, and let the blood turns your face into red, or give in to the adrenalin force to pump your heart even faster, perhaps also cracking your voice with anxiety, and your palm suddenly felt cold – and sweaty. How could it be? A complicated net of series of younghood life crisis, through all its ups and downs, happiness and sorrows, that beautifully makes our life as the way it is – that couldn’t and wouldn’t be traded into another. Treasured forever into immortality, formed as your personal photo album. The precious one. Carefully kept, and sometimes may we glanced back into it as our previous life framed eternally. Reminiscingly silent, thoughtfully smiling – of the fond memories, such a distance away. Life.., what else to be blamed but fate, to take control of their future? Of our very own. Of yours. And if they are really meant to be together, to be with each other – one tells another once upon a time; they will find their way back into one another's life. Definetely. Sooner or later. And vice versa, God speed; of course. But too much differences walked, but in love. On watching the movie with Bintang, being called out-of-the-blue several times almost all day long by Lintang, and as it hadn’t been quite enough, suddenly stumbled the way upon Gemintang (with her best friend devildiva and a man – who’s he?). Such a night. WHAT A NITE! How things could happened to you in just one nite? “..And you bleed just to know you’re alive..” *GoogooDolls, Iris Goddammit.
Jakarta, Pondok Indah Mall II Monday, Mar 19, 2007 – 21.32 wib /,sæ.rən.’dɪ.pə.ti/ : 1. Making discoveries, by accident and sagacity, of things not in quest of. 2. Discovering something by accident while investigating something quite different. For example, finding a biological culture “ruined” by mould, and discovering the antibiotic penicillin as a consequence. 3. A fortunate occurrence created by unanticipated luck. “Call it a mid-life crisis; call it divine intervention or simply serendipity, but his employer, Matt Prentice, happened to know that at that moment over at the Scott Building there was a new kitchen just waiting for the right person to run it.” —Detroit News, October 7, 2005 Related Link:
Serendipity Part Deux
To have its beautiful romantic lyrics, click hereIt's sooo this very moment of the year! | Karimata - Rainy Days and You (feat Phil Perry) | | | | | |
[08:18] NANS:  [08:18] TLT: Haii, msh di Sukabumi? Atau malah udah di Jakarta, nonton JiFfest? [08:21] NANS: aku nggak di sukabumi, mas [08:22] NANS: masih di London sejak seminggu lalu.. [08:24] NANS: kok mas bisa nyangka kalau aku ada di Jakarta? [08:40] TLT: Lho, jadi itu bukan kamu? [08:40] TLT: Bukannya kamu yg kirim2 sms ke mas, dan cerita kalau kamu lagi di sukabumi? Dan mau mampir ke jkt buat nonton jiffest? [08:40] TLT: Gaya tulisan nya kamu banget.. [deleted] kirain itu beneran kamu.. [08:41] NANS: aku gak lagi di jakarta, emang mau nonton jifest tapi belum bisa pulang [08:44] TLT: ini nomernya. 0856 xxxx xxxx. Jadi ini bukan nomer nya adek ya? [08:44] NANS: aku emang pernah beli sim card di jakarta; nomor im3 [08:44] TLT: ohh, boleh minta nomer im3 nya nggak, dek? [08:44] NANS: aku lupa nomornya berapa [08:45] TLT: lupa? Dasarrr..!! Kamu bangetsss... [08:46] NANS: aku belum punya lagi simcard Jakarta [08:47] TLT: minta nomer kamu yg disana aja deh.. [08:49] NANS: int'l no : 440032xxxx [08:51] TLT: Ini no Paris ya? Atau no London? Kode negara nya apa? [08:56] NANS: kalo aku lagi di London, pasti kodenya Inggris kan? [08:56] NANS: :p [08:56] NANS: :p [08:56] NANS: dasar o'on.. :p [08:57] NANS:sejak balik dari Jakarta (habis nonton JakJazz & Jazz Goes to Campus waktu itu), aku ke Paris dulu 2 hari. [08:57] NANS: terus langsung ke London.. [08:57] NANS: besok kemungkinan mau ke Roma.. ngeliat patung2 bugil di greja.. [08:57] NANS: :p [08:59] TLT: kamu jalan2 terus ya? mau dong, travelling story & foto2nya [08:59] TLT: you write damn*d good, and I love it – always [09:07] NANS: belum sempat ditulis siy.. :p [09:07] NANS: no im3 tadi dibuang aja [09:07] NANS: bukan milikku (lagi) [09:10] NANS: Mas, dah off, ya? [09:11] TLT: nggak kok, belum.. kenapa dek? [09:11] TLT: iya, no im3 nya aku buang deh - nggak jelas punya siapa.. [09:14] NANS: iya.. Kira2 pekan depan, abis Natal aku ke jakarta [09:15] TLT: oh, dalam rangka apa ya? Can I see you, dear? [09:18] NANS: biasa-lah... tahun baru bareng my mum (juga) papa [09:18] NANS: gitu deh.. [09:22] NANS: btw, gtg, ya, mas.. [09:24] TLT: okay dek.. thanks for the chat, dear.. and take care [09:24] TLT: wish you enough.. [09:25] NANS: take care 2.. [09:25] NANS: bye [09:25] NANS: --out— # Lho? Jadi siapa yg selama ini sms2 & miscall2 gue, dan berbuat seolah adalah dia?  each time I see those thick dark clouds, I used to smile and make a wish, that it would turn.. turn to rain. because I know that I would watch, for you to play under the rain but now when rainy days are here, I feel so blue ’cause I can’t hear, all your laughter in the falling rain. and it brings sadness to my heart, knowing that you’ve gone from my side.. my side since that rainy days and you make a symphony, the rain without you makes the blues. happy days and you, will always be right here to stay. where the rainy day brings me back. brings me back into your arms.. Jakarta 12870 Pancoran Monday, Dec 18, 2006 – 06.31 am (c) terbanglah lebih tinggi
watching the pouring rain, and feeling when it comes; on such a cold, windy, misty and grey sky morning, and the deserted highways of my beloved Jakarta, PS: Related story could be read here: ..all that Jazz! To hear what it felt, download the song here Photo Caption: (1) Courtesy of TLT. Taken on January 7, 2005. Pancoran, Jakarta. (2) Courtesy of NANS. Taken on July 7, 2004. Canberra, Au. ** [Rainy Days and You, performed by Karimata feat. Phil Perry] Definetely my song of the day. My ym tagline for today.
Someone asked me questions here, and this posting below is dedicated to respond to her curiousity. ...Lampu jalanan, lalu lintas malam hari, dan pergerakan manusia (baca: mobil) - entah kenapa, selalu membawa aura magis nan memikat. Permainan warna, cahaya yang membias, pendaran suasana, gelapnya malam. Sungguh satu eksotika penuh misteri; mengundang, dan melambai.. 
That’s one of the reasons why I uploaded those pictures on my profile page, here. They were ones of my favorites. And somewhat, could represent me quite well – I think. And watching them, I don’t know how; soothes my nerves, calms me down, and makes me wonder - ever. Of the time that has passed. Of the life itself. Oh, and one of them captured me (and my fave cousins) on one of my fave places, with the foreground of my beloved, sleek and lovely Portegé , hehe.. It served as the profile page’s main center of attraction, simply because that was it all about: blogging, a virtual, yet tranquil world. Of mine. Of us. Due to lots of appreciation and/or inquiries, let me share you the related infos about the pictures uploaded on my profile. They were (from left to right): - Sogo, Kelapa Gading Mall, Jakarta – 2001
- The cozy barbecue pool, Novotel Resort & Hotel, Palembang (love that hotel much, walau banyak "sesuatu"nya, hehe..) – 2005
- Me and Cousins, Starbucks, Plaza Semanggi, Jakarta – 2006
- Sudirman Street, Jakarta, at Night - taken fr MidPlaza International Hotel – 2005
- Bukit Bintang intersection, Kuala Lumpur - 2004
Tentang buku vs film, menurut gue tetap buku masih jauh lebih oke.. the only exception goes to "Dead Poets Society", my true love! Malah lebih oke versi filmnya, daripada bukunya - yg baru muncul belakangan. Or was it its original sin? It was better since it was appearing first? A love at first sight? Ngomong2 soal buku vs film, gue seringkali bela2in beli buku dulu, saat mendengar bhw versi film atas buku tersebut sedang dibuat. Seperti saat ini, gue lagi baca "the Flag of Our Fathers (NY Times Best Seller)". Filmnya, dg sutradara Clint Eastwood, sebentar lagi bakal diluncurkan. Sekilas info, buku (dan film ini) merupakan kisah nyata ttg salah satu adegan (foto) paling terkenal sepanjang sejarah - seregu marinir U*A yg sedang beramai2 memasang bendera U*A di atas puncak tertinggi Iwo Jima. Adegan ini terekam dengan sangat baik di dalam benak banyak orang sebagai lambang supremasi U*A atas Jepang dlm tahap2 akhir Perang Dunia II. Atau bahkan lebih jauh, sebagai lambang supremasi militeristik U*A sepanjang masa. Icon ini diabadikan sebagai lambang Korps Marinir U*A di W*shington, DC. Lebih jauh, buku ini bercerita tentang apa yang terjadi di balik segala gempita yang dipublikasikan di halaman depan media cetak, siaran radio, maupun kemegahan parade jalanan. Menarik, kan? Just read the book, and share me what you’d think abou it. Oh, and dont forget to watch the movie! :p Jakarta 14130 Cilincing Sabtu, 9 Desember 2006 – 18.05 wib
Photo courtesy of TLT. Fri, Nov 24, 2006 – almost midnite Jakarta By-Pass, the longest artery road in the republic. near the Tanjung Priok Harbor Road section.
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