TMLTH

Too Much Love To Handle

Too much happiness for the lips to smile.
Too much love for the heart to contain.
Too much euphoria for the brain to have.

Rainy Days Season

It has finally come to this time of the year.

Rainy days season.

Days where you wake up to a cloudy sky and the nicest thing to do is to curl in your bed, snuggle in your warm blanket. Four pm, rather than being productive or sitting in the car waiting fro red to turn to green, I am here writing blog, looking at the raindrops falling and listening to One Direction's Little Things.

Many would belittle them for they are boyband which have its own stereotype. But I find most of their songs comforting and loving. Especially little things. It gives the feeling of incredibly loved. Women try their best to look perfect and be perfect, but this song shows how the little things that women hates are the best things that are endlessly loved. Simply, this song makes a girl feel loved and beautiful. The two adjectives a girl should feel and be reminded. A perfect song to listen to while curling up and cuddling with your pillow. If you listen deeply like I do, you'd find yourself smiling sheepishly through each words. :}

As the sun would be pretty much hidden by the clouds, my sunflowers are ready to take its place. The shoots are showing already. I saw this sunflower plant set in the store and I thought, I could use some green in my room. Other than that, I would find something to live for. Every day, looking for the shoot to grow, watching it grow taller, trying my best to keep it strong and loving the yellow flowers. Just like Izibor's song Mmm that I sing to it every day, it makes everything so simple in this crazy world. It's quite good to see that beautiful thing can grow without a fuss. So beautiful and so simple. Reminding me not to be too bullied by life, as life itself is simple.  My sunflowers are becoming one of the reason to live, number two after my future child.

Although I should be preparing my informative speech about the ugly truth of the Vietnam war and study five chapters of of Introduction to Communication, I feel that I need to get out of the cruel pictures and the deep thoughts about perception and way of communicating to give time to myself and pour out the thoughts in my head.

The car's wipers, however, is not set up for the rainy days season. It's wobbly and weak. Probably representing the driver. I wish it has more strength, and I wish for the same thing for me. I wish my breaths won't be too short after walking up the stairs. I wish I could do all the things I wanted and not getting out of energy. But since the rainy days season has arrived, let's stop all the wishing, sit back, and relax.

Wherever you are, I wish you feel as peaceful as I do. Take Sunday as a perfect day to relax not a remorseful day before Monday.



"I'm in love with you, and all these little things."

Maroon 5 Overexposed: Completely Overexposed

Like most of other people, the voyage of enjoying Maroon 5's latest album "Overexposed" started with "Payphone". Which a friend said isn't pulling Maroon 5 to its best because of Wiz Khalifa presence. I, personally, enjoyed screaming 'Man fuck that shit" during the song. So I am totally OK with it.

After that, following its publicity strategy, moving to the second single "One More Night". No, I wasn't hooked on the first try. But after listening to people playing it, it sort of cling to your brain. Which I love. A lot. Singing it with lyrics made me fall deeper in love with this semi-reggae song. Funny, at first, I disliked this song for the reggae influence but then, I found it quite amusing.

As I browsed "One More Night" lyrics, I read some of the song titles in the album. I do judge a song by its title. Some titles just hooked me right away. So I did a little youtube research for it.

My oh my had I found myself...completely overexposed.

Every single song is fascinatingly attractive. Whoever picked the album title worth a praise. The title is the adjective you'd be searching for upside down after you listened the whole album. The feelings in this album is so delicate, sincere, pure and....overexposed.

And it is reasonable to call it a voyage. What I truly felt when I listened to the songs, is as if my heart was floating in a deep water, so buoyant. The water messed up with my feelings in a good way. Embracing it and carrying it away from side to side. From happy to sad. Just...swaying it. 

Another masterpiece by Maroon 5. Praise. Cheers. Yiasas. Gan bei.








Current Favorite:

1. Sad
2. Wipe Your Eyes
3. Love Somebody
4. One More Night
5. Daylight

Reflection and Refence

Referring to my last posted blog, I may sound bipolar.

I am not.
Really.

I'm just that good finding things to distract myself. This case, renovating my blog. Yeah.

To www.jakartapanasbanget.blogspot.com that made me incredibly jealous with the pretty fonts in it. I found the way to do it before I gave up and texted Irene (the writer of the blog). -grin but you are a trendsetter. Unique in your own way. Kind of good unique. Cool unique. Long live, Irene.

Talking about fonts, I do adore fonts. Kimberly Geswein's are my favorite. You don't know how much I adore fonts. ADORE! Probably to entertain myself that I can finally write in a better - much better - handwriting.

 More to Irene's blog it kind of making me reflecting my blog. How her blog is all humor and mine is the melancholy type of blog.

I'm happy.

I'm happy that I made this blog. My personal trash bin. If the one I have in my room has an anti corruptors sticker, this blog has anti judgement invisible sticker.

There's a part of me that wanted to write out what I felt and to publish it. Not as snobbish as whatever comes to your mind. Twitter is a choice. But back to the anti judgement sticker, Twitter is pretty famous, I know how judgmental people can be in there. Knowing your story and stuff. It's more like.... giving them a quite interesting reading while they dump or before they sleep. 

In here, I must say it's quite safe. Not that noticeable. Still published - enough to satisfy my publicity necessity. - am I narcistic? Questionable. 

More to the melancholy genre, thanks to www.klaksonbunyikuntilanak.blogspot.com , I finally thought of my genre. Good job, Jon.More to the genre, it became melancholy because the urge to write down the feelings happened in those melancholy moment.


That's the logic. Behind this blog.

I don't expect you to comprehend this. Referring to my last post, sometimes the thought in yourmind isn't easily comprehended by others. Referring to my megamind, I completely understand why.





THE END

Selfish Bastard

I guess I am the selfish bastard in here.
Am I?

No one to tell me I'm not.

What you want yourself to be and what you are sometimes are quite different. The thoughts in your mind is not easily uttered or even comprehended by other people.

This, my friend, what makes life harder.

So Lonesome I Could Die

Not as desperate as whatever comes to your mind.

The world of single unaccompanied people are filled with stories that is rather consoling their dying hearts. Story about the soulmate, created in pairs or The One. Stories made in midst of their desperation, excuse me, loneliness.

I am no expert but I am one of those people living with those stories. Fortunately, someone who holds the philosophy of "Lie until that lie becomes a truth."

All these stories are magical. The right time, right person, right moment. Happy endings.

There are happy ending. Like the one they sold tickets for. You might say it sounds fake. It's not. But it does sound fake because it captured the little moment in the whole life which highlight the happiness and completely outcast the sadness. And if conflict ever appear, it would just be the one where mistake that turns everything  in its best way.

It doesn't show the time before all the action takes place. It doesn't show the wrong ones. It doesn't show the lonely nights.

Lonely nights.

Where you are missing those specific person you don't even know the name or even the looks. That person dear to our hearts, essential to our soul and saturated in our bones. Someone that body and soul are aching to meet. Someone that could made you crazy enough to curse on nature for delaying your encounter. For not Letting you get a hold of them to ease the pain of miss and fill the empty heart. For leaving just you and the darkness of the night.

People say shit about flying solo. Truth is, flying solo isn't nice. Sometimes it feels so nice to have someone to help you navigate and go on. 

Someone that is completely completing you. 

Don't you ever thought of it? To have them. By your side. Wouldn't it be great? It would be great but what if that person is a long way from you? Too far in time. 

What would you do in the mean time?

Passing time with the wrong ones. Passing time and trying to handle everything by yourself. Passing time and telling yourself you can do this. Passing time and consoling yourself.

Passing time.

Passing time without the person that would complete your life.

Wish is only a wish. Something out of reach that is expected to be real which rarely, RARELY, occur. Such as wishing to be with them instantly.

They said best takes time. Maybe it's true. Just make sure to wait patiently and not settle down with anything less because best is waiting. 

Wait like a winer waiting for his wine to be at its best. Cheese-makers waiting for their cheese to be at its best. Even food that indulge our sense takes time. The best person would indulge us forevermore and it takes time.

Takes lots of lonely night.

Make sure the loneliness could only make you die metaphorically and your heart is strong enough for the emptiness. If it's at its edge.... No, quite hard to suggest find a filler for the meantime. Filler isn't nice. It has a chance of giving you more distance from that person or giving you the worst thing you could ever get; a broken-hearted. And it's not nice. At all. Agonizing and terrifying. More agonizing than an ulcer on your gum rubbed  by the food while you eat, more terrifying than the ghost in your paranoid imagination. 

Tough choice. 

The loneliness could push to the edge where the thought of filler becomes reasonable. 

Good luck on making your mind. I haven't. And I'm hungry. Which explains the food involvement in this midnight rants.

More to the hunger, lonely. Just to rub it in.

So lonesome I could die.